In a little house in a little suburb a man and his sub are having chicken and mushrooms in cream sauce for dinner. The latter is kneeling, mouth open to receive forkfuls.
She samples a bit of everything - doesn't recognize the corn, but doesn't really find this notable.
Together they can go through quite a lot of pizza. "Do you wanna walk around more or head in?"
"I'm really neutral either way, I think."
"Home it is. I have ice cream."
In they go to Isabella's apartment building, and up an elevator, and into a small apartment. Isabella digs out ice cream options for Sakura to pick from.
She's fortunately familiar with the concept! Though the texture and default flavors are a bit different from what she's used to.
"Thanks for all this," she says.
"No problem. Do you want to sleep on the couch or get a hotel room?"
"I'm fine with the couch, for now."
"Convenient. It folds out -" She demonstrates.
"Oh, nice." She pokes the hinges a bit. "So just that in reverse to fold it back in?"
"Just so. I'll get you sheets and stuff." She does this.
"No problem!" Isabella applies herself to her ice cream.
She sets up the bed exactly the way she likes - she's a little fussy about it.
"If you need an extra blanket I have a couple in the closet from when my Arizonan brother came over in winter."