[ While Marianne sorts herself out, Juzo goes back to unpacking his groceries. It still surprises him just how easy it is to come by fresh food – where he’s from, most everything is dried or boxed or processed so heavily you can’t be sure of what you were really eating. If you wanted fresh, you either had to be rich or part of the mob.

Here in Camelot, it’s everywhere and everything. Even the boxed shit tastes better. At this rate, he might never be able to go back to the sludge they call coffee in the Kyusei Pit.

He casts a careful glance over his shoulder, and almost seems relieved when he sees Marianne standing there, fully clothed. That her clothes are a leotard doesn’t seem to bother him – he’s seen worse. ]

Few days ago. I’m mostly settled in apart from, well… [ he motions at all the stuff on the counter. ]

Glad you came by. I figured you could use some space away from all the crazies out there.