"Mmhmm."

"Goona be okay on your own?"

He laughs a little.

"Yeah, I think I can handle it."

Note to future self: shower with Dusk has technically been put on the table.

"All right." She scoops him up again and sets him on his feet. "I'll go get you some fresh pants."

Aww, scoop.

"Appreciated."

He walks off into the bathroom. Shower time. (With added burns, this time.)

And when he's done, there's an outfit folded neatly on her bed waiting for him, composed of some of the more casual things in his wardrobe.

"More casual things" is "most things". He barely seems to own anything with sleeves.

He hisses a little through his teeth as he pulls the shirt on over the burns.

It's good, though, the reminder. He thinks he'll keep them for a while.

He can certainly do that.

At this point he can explore the room, or one of the adjacent ones, or go back to the workroom.

...huh. He hasn't actually been unsupervised for long before now.

Might as well peek through the doors to the adjoining rooms before he picks a place to explore.

The tiny room is still claustrophobically small; the desk has drawers he could go through, and the overhead light has a pretty glass shade, but it's otherwise unfurnished.

The back room appears to be storage; it opens out to the right, to a space full of boxes and machinery, and there's an alcove at the end of the wall on the left that he can't see into from the door.

...well, time to be a weirdo and check out the storage room, then. He wants to know what's back there.

The alcove is: Dusk's clothes closet. Apparently all her clothes are embroidered - the ones she's wearing today have rows of tiny gold waves at the wrists and ankles - and nearly all of it is black, with the exceptions being dark grey or crimson. There's also a small end table holding various pieces of gold jewelry with gems set into them on stands, and a full-length mirror hanging from the side wall nearest the door.

That's an interesting place for your clothes.

He picks up one of the sleeves and runs his fingers slowly over the designs. He's not personally a fan of sleeves on himself, but he has to admit these are good ones.

He moves on to look over the jewelry after a minute.

It's nothing unusual, as fancy gold jewelry goes. One of the necklaces is set with rubies and pearls, the other with black opal; there's a matching pair of earrings for each one and a handful of bangle bracelets.

He's pretty sure this is more valuable than he is on some planets.

...he holds one of the black opal earrings up to his ear, for just a second, before he shakes his head and puts it down, stepping back from the table.

He turns to look at the rest of the room.

Various storage boxes and large machinery, camping gear, speeder and generator parts; a row of built-in shelving along the wall nearest the bedroom holding miscellaneous smaller things, like a holoprojector.

...he'll come back here sometime when he knows what he's looking for. Back into the bedroom it is.

so much art. Such a comfy bed, too.

The smell of caramelized onions is noticeable from the workroom.

That's definitely a good smell.

Might as well head that way. He doesn't want to snoop too much.

Daisy's in the kitchen, splitting her attention between the pot of onions and a bowl of brown goop. Dusk and Nine are at the table, and Dusk is just finishing up an anecdote: "-so that's how we found out that tomato cultivars vary a lot in how they taste. Hi, Kai-Zi."

"Hey!" 

He peers at the brown goop.

"What's this?"

"Lentil burger base. How do you like them?"

"Huh...I'm a fan of spicy stuff, but I dunno what Dusk's into there."

It's already good-smelling goo, he has to admit.

She nods, "I'll see what I can do," and gets out a second bowl and moves some of the goop to it.

“Hey, thanks.”

He nods to her and moves over to the table.

”So, I found your wardrobe.”

"Mmhmm," she sounds amused.

"I won't mind if you want to borrow things, as long as I get them back."