"When I say 'stuff' I mean mostly 'clothes.' And, I guess, 'books,' once I have those here. Or once I decide to go back to my world and pick my books up."

"Um."

That may have been a subtle attempt to dodge the question of Sadde moving in with him for now. Whether she can tell that through his response...?

She was not suggesting it. She does make the inference, anyway.

"I'm probably just gonna rent a storage place for now and become rich in the meantime and then just live somewhere big."

"Sounds like a plan." He turns a golem-piece diagram around. "Think this will work for an addressing protocol?"

"Hmm, probably, but perhaps..." And she makes a couple of suggestions.

The nerding will continue productively until about sunset or otherwise interrupted.

Her desire to nerd with him trumps pretty much every other desire so no interruptions will be forthcoming from these quarters.

Terel is shaken out of a train of thought about the I/O module by his stomach growling. "...Okay, apparently it's time for me to hit the cafeteria."

"What say you I treat you to a meal at a fancy restaurant instead?"

"Hm, I'm not really a fancy restaurant type. And I can only assume you won't be eating?"

"I can actually eat, it just doesn't—help? Doesn't give me energy. And other vankires without the neat biokinesis can't even do that. What kind of restaurant type are you, anyway?"

"Minimal fanciness beyond decent service and great tasting food. There are a few places. Darsellian barbeque? Mer food? ...Why am I asking the answer will be 'your choice' won't it."

"Basically. Even if only due to the fact that I don't actually know these types of food."

"Darsellian, then, if you insist on having me on a dinner date."

"I don't insist, it was merely a suggestion I thought you might enjoy."

"I mean, as long as you're offering why not? Cafeteria food starts tasting like rubber eventually anyway."

"Ew." Back into her clothes she gets.

While she does that he carefully labels and organizes their pile of notes, putting them into separate folders and everything.

She will probably be done in less time than that. What with superspeed and all. "Want help?"

"Sure, sure," and he rattles off the system he's ordering them by.

And she starts helping him. Very, very quickly.

They'll be heading out the door in no time at all then. He indicates directions to the restauraunt but declines to be carried. It's not a long walk and it's a nice day out. Cool but not chilly.

That's alright. She will wait for any and all demonstrations of affection to be initiated by him.

Hand holding and asking, "Tell me some interesting stuff that's not about computers? Since this is supposed to be a break from nerd mode."

"...interesting but not nerdy, that's gonna be hard. What are you interested in that's not nerdy?"