[ A person of a more manipulatively-inclined character might say he does it so to get out of any future task like it by deliberately putting something breakable and precious like ceramics in jeopardy. Sasara is doing it like so... just so, though! But it ain't like he's throwing it across the room and smashing it, geez. Being quick(-witted) that's in his job description, and becoming a teacher instead surely isn't anywhere on his radar. Still—! ]

Teh! What about, if ya need a substitute? I'll still jump in, ya know!

[ However bad or terrible an idea that may be, that's right... Sasara still thinks his partner can jump back onto the stage from his classroom. That it's not all easy, that there's an issue he, even Rosho himself, can't just wish away or fix single-handedly, he's gotten that now, after everything. But that doesn't beat his faith, his eternal belief that the two of them had something as a team, a chance that's still there and even within reach. Of course, with the strength of three, they're a trio now.

Or were. Hmph. ]

Yeah, how about it?

[ A date! And they don't need Rei for that... not even to pay, really. Sasara is just as aware that it's been some time—the last one they sorta had, they went looking for a house like this one, that's now filled with the aromas of dinner, and Sasara's clutter a little further back in the living area.

His expression doesn't let on about anything else than excitement for the prospect. Rosho... he can tell, ya know! A grin. Still, for now: ]

Let's talk it over while we eat, yeah? [ This comedian can fit so much dinner. After putting his palms on the table left and right of one bowl in front of him, determined, Sasara sits down. ] Ya know, I've been going around town and trying some restaurants! [ On his solo-late-lunch breaks! ]