Shin elbows Ira when he goes to snort.

"Still. Was there anything else we needed to talk about?"

    "She'll be hungry when she wakes up. Not desperately, but she's going to want a meal, if we can have one available for her. Other than that, no."

"We can have something," Ant confirms. "Um, is there anything we should avoid? Or anything she particularly likes? I know our foods aren't quite the same, but..."

"Nothing too spicy; other than that, anything is fine."

"She says she liked the cinnamon from this morning."

"Well, we tend to have cinnamon things a lot. Like I said, Ant likes it. And Ira doesn't like spicy food either, so we tend not to have it."

"Ira just doesn't like food," Ant teases.

Ira ignores em. "We'll have something."

    "Thank you."

Deskyl closes her eyes, but doesn't lie down yet.

Ant goes back to eir homework, Ira flopping down next to em on the bed and closing his eyes.

Shin picks up his book again and goes back to that.

Deskyl meditates for a little while, and then she signs briefly with DZ, and then she goes to sleep.

And DZ goes back to translating.

Ira wakes a few hours later as the sun is setting - Ant's finished eir homework and is drawing instead, Shin changed books. He eats the food Shin hands him with a roll of his eyes. After that, he grabs his satchel, kisses Ant's head (and whispers something too quiet to be overheard), tells the room in general that he'll be back in a few hours, and leaves.

"Slayer stuff," Shin says in DZ's direction.

Ira comes back after Ant's asleep, although Shin's stayed up, and the two of them slide into bed on either side of Ant again.

And over the next couple of days that's their routine - Ira and Ant leaving for school and work, there's a period in the evening where everyone's in where they have dinner, and Ira sometimes catches a nap, and then Ira will go out again to do 'Slayer stuff', coming back in the small hours of the morning to grab a little more sleep before he needs to go to work.

DZ notices, but doesn't comment. She spends almost all of her time working - translation, proofreading, data entry, and so on; if asked, she'll admit that Deskyl asked her to spend this time building as much of a nest egg as she can for them. On the second day, she tells Shin that she's earned enough to get her own laptop, and asks him to help her order it. And on the fourth day, in the evening shortly before Ira would usually leave, Deskyl stirs, then stretches and sits up.

Shin's more than happy to help, and says that if DZ had asked, he'd have leant her the money to pay for the laptop so she could get it sooner.

Well, Ira had found a Moroccan restaurant near them that did takeaway and wasn't too expensive, and he'd picked up dinner from them on the way back from work - a lamb dish made with dry fruit and cinnamon, although there's a few other options from the staples they kept on hand if that's not going to work, and another packet of cinnamon rolls on top of that.

He serves up another portion when Deskyl wakes up and holds it out.

She seems distant, almost drugged, not quite looking at any of them, not quite looking at anything at all, but she takes the food when it's offered, and eats. DZ signs to her, and she signs back, perfunctory one-word answers without any accompanying body language, more robotic than the robot herself.

    "She'll be okay," DZ diagnoses. "It's strange here, her powers work a little differently and she wasn't expecting it. But once she meditates she'll be fine, I think."

Ira hums. "I suppose that's probably to be expected in a different...hm. Well. World."

She glances at him, signs a word.

    "Different universe, she says."

"Huh, okay. I'm off out. Anyone need anything?"

"I could use a new sketchpad?"

"-I'll see what I can do at this time of night, Bean." He looks over at DZ.

Deskyl signs again.

    "She'll go with you."