There's a sharp knock on the door, and then Mito's walking in, smiling a bit but also seeming exasperated.

Raafi startles slightly, but smiles when he sees her.

"Good evening," she says, waving down Hashirama's attempt to get up and check on her. "I'm fine, the village is fine. It occurred to me to check in on how you two were getting along, is all."

"Nice quiet evening, so far," he grins, amused. "Try the chicken? It turned out really well."

She smiles, serving herself some, compliments him on his cooking, and then, idly, "So, I was wondering when we'd get around to a threesome." (Her husband turns bright red.)

Raafi chuckles, reaching for Hashirama's hand. "Well, I'm available."

Hashirama grips his hand, ducking his head and grinning.

"My husband and I both find you quite attractive," she says, smiling more softly. "If you'd join us for the night, we'd be honored."

"I'd love to." He squeezes Hashirama's hand and leans over to kiss his cheek, and then guides him to his feet.

He seems totally on board with this, blushing a bit more deeply but also grinning and squeezing back.

He steps closer for another kiss, no peck on the cheek this time, attentive and wanting, with his free arm around Hashirama's waist.

He has to come up for air eventually. "Do you know what you want to do, sweetheart?" he murmurs.

He hums, seeming like he's demurring.

"All right. We'll take it slow and see what happens." He squeezes his hand again and glances at Mito before leading him to the couch for more kissing and, after a bit, a hand under the hem of his shirt. "May I?"

(Mito sets herself on an armchair, watching them.)

"You may," Hashirama says, grinning and blushing.

He takes it off slowly, running his hands over each section of skin as it's revealed, pausing sometimes for more kisses. "You're so beautiful."

He ducks his head, making a happy 'eee' noise. "Wanna see you, too."

He ducks his head in return, blushing, and then kisses him again. "I have - well - you'll see," he warns, hand already on the fasteners of his vest; he doesn't draw out the process of taking it off, or hesitate to slip out of the shirt underneath, but does glance over to Mito to gauge her reaction to the scars on his back - a heavy collection of old, horizontal white stripes.

She trades a look with Hashirama. "We don't consider scars to detract from someone's beauty," she says, gently. "Hashirama's very odd in how few he has, in fact."

"Good," he answers vaguely, and then - well, Hashirama's right there, and shirtless, and it's very distracting.

They can all get quite distracted, it turns out.

Later, elsewhere, Deskyl has a report for Tobirama, first of necessary components for a hyperdrive-capable spaceship, and then of all the necessary subcomponents and technologies for producing them, going as far down the tech ladder as she knows, devolving into simple lack of knowledge in some places, notes on professions they'll need to redevelop in others - programming, most notably - and lists of physics questions in the remainder. There's also a section at the end about environmental sustainability and the pros and cons of using irreplaceable, pollution-generating resources to bootstrap them to the tech level they want, and another about improvements in farming and manufacturing of other necessities to free up enough of the population to work on this project. It's pretty clear that she only has a beginner's theoretical understanding of most of the information presented, but it's also obvious that her education was designed with an eye toward use in just the kind of project she's applying it to, with the exception of the tech level they're starting from.

Shifting portions of their population to different industries only requires convincing either the daimyo or individual village heads in key locations, and if they can make some farms more productive, that'll dramatically benefit them - and he suspects should be his first political priority. He starts designing experiments for the physics questions even as he goes over the report - notes they should be able to use chakra instead of the pollution-generating resources for the initial bootstrapping. As long as they're freeing up and differently educating portions of their population, he can push through reforms to identify gifted children and give them an education in sealing, which can be used to store and move energy, likely more efficiently than several of these early technologies...

Programming seems like it requires a similar mindset to sealing, too, and like something it'd be good to introduce early in educational programs for gifted children...

Sealing does sound useful, yes, as does teaching programming as it's redeveloped. Unfortunately it will have to be redeveloped, nearly from scratch, if they only have her knowledge to work with - she knows how to make logic gates, and the simplest kind of memory, and it's easy enough to put them together to do basic addition, but that's the extent of her experience, and she's probably more useful elsewhere than figuring out more when it's the kind of logic puzzle that anyone smart enough can work on.

He nods. "And we'll likely want to design any languages around our own sensibilities and needs... I have some students I can have start on the foundations, even before we manage full Academies, and then go on to serve as the first teachers."

    "That sounds reasonable, sir. Do you have an idea of where she'll be useful?"