"Ummmmmm.  I don't think so."

"Well, an esper is somebody who has superpowers. They get them when they're almost or just barely a grownup and they go fight monsters and rescue people from dungeons. There's probably espers rescuing Ren right now. - that's my mom."

Probably now is not the time to say that she doesn't have a mom.  "Will she be okay?"

"Probably." He does sound a little nervous. "Most people who get kidnapped by dungeons are fine."

"That's good."

"Yeah. There's worse ones but the 119 guy might have... told me to come to the station and wait there or something, if it was going to be a long time or if she would have to go to the hospital after getting rescued. Probably. ...do you want to come grocery shopping or do you want to wait here and just have whatever I get."

"I think I am in sound enough mind to come grocery shopping with you but if I became wrong fast I would be upset to be in public."

It's 'of sound mind' but he was going to try not to correct her when it's not important. "Okay. Are you allergic to anything?"

"Ummmmm.  I think not for a while but maybe time is not what I think it is, right now."

"...you think you had an allergy you outgrew?" he says, not really hopeful that she meant this instead of some more insane thing.

"No..."

"........when you're allergic to things," he sighs, "what things are they?"

"I don't really know because I have always just had the right crystals to fend it off."

He taps into his phone a bit more. "I will try to get something that doesn't have too many ingredients in it," he says longsufferingly. "You're not a vegetarian or anything?

"Um, no."

"Okay. This probably won't take me all THAT long. Don't open our boxes or anything."

"Okay."

He puts his phone in his pocket. He takes a deep preparatory breath. He makes sure his notebook and pen are in his other pocket. He lets himself out of the apartment.

She goes back into the bedroom, puts her shoes neatly on the floor next to the bed, and carefully arranges the boxes so that she has a spot in the middle she can curl up in, surrounded and protected.  She thinks, a lot, about what could be happening, and can't think of anything useful that she didn't already, and occasionally sings quietly.

Her host is back fifteen minutes later. "I have fried chicken and rice balls and Kit Kats," he calls.

"I'm coming!"  It's a minute because she has to put her shoes back on and fix her hair and things.  She examines the food??

The food is: fried chicken, rice balls, and some mini candy bars with a picture of what looks like hydrox ice cream on the bag. "I don't know where the plates are. I do remember the kanji for plates but I don't see it anywhere," he says. "I'm not even completely sure she packed plates. So this is all stuff we can eat with our hands." He picks up a piece of chicken to demonstrate.

"Are the rice balls just rice, or do they have other things in them?"

"There's salmon in there and you're supposed to have it with the seaweed too but you can skip that if you might be allergic to seaweed."

"I don't think so."  She will nomf, daintily, a rice ball.