"I̵ ̵a̷m̸ ̷n̸o̶t̷ ̷a̶w̵a̵r̶e̴ ̸o̷f̷ ̴a̸n̸y̶ ̸s̶u̷b̴s̷t̴a̸n̶c̷e̸s̶ ̷t̵h̴a̷t̶ ̵h̸a̴v̴e̴ ̸t̴h̷e̸ ̴i̵n̴d̸i̵v̵i̵d̵u̴a̸l̴ ̸p̸o̸w̵e̸r̷ ̵o̵f̵ ̶r̸e̵s̷t̸o̷r̵i̴n̵g̵ ̸t̵h̵e̴ ̵d̶e̴p̵a̸r̶t̷e̵d̵ ̴t̶o̸ ̴l̷i̵f̸e̸.̷"

"Oh." Well she's fixing that. "Okay. Can you confirm that life fruit extends lifespan, then?"

"Y̸̨̒ȅ̵͍s̷̫͐.̴̯̑"

"Great. Thank you." Does she have any more questions for the literal reaper?? ... Besides if they'd like to have dinner with her, bad Yvette. The thing is that she's kind of on the spot and didn't get much chance to plan any of this...

"... Can we exchange phone numbers in case I have any more death related questions?"

"Sure," says a decidedly normal voice followed by a cleared throat and a, "Ý̵̝e̷̬̎s̸͎̈́.̴̧̾"

Oh no the reaper is being cute that's not fair!!!

She forks over her phone for the exchange of numbers. "I'm Yvette, by the way. Um, Yvette Valerian."

Also, also, she was specifically getting their (his?? the normal voice sounded masculine probably??? not that it matters either way for her, because APPARENTLY her simulation programming-or-whatever is BONKERS.) number for death question related purposes but then she'll. Have. This person's number. This isn't one of her coworkers at all, so it's not any kind of off-limits for professionalism reasons, and how does one even have a moral relationship when one is the only member of the duo to be - fully self aware and able to make long term strategic decisions???? This is a problem, and it's entirely self inflicted!!!

"I'm, uh. Alexei. Alexei Yahontov. It's uh. Nice to meet you, Yvette." He clears his throat again then asks, "D̸͔̈i̶̖͝d̵̟͝ ̵͇̄y̷̟̋o̸͇̽u̷̻̎ ̵̨̔h̵̪̏a̸̙͘v̴̍͜e̵̝͝ ̴̛̲a̸͒ͅn̶̨͒ẙ̸͓ ̷̩̈́f̴̀ͅu̷̙͝r̸̜͑t̶̖͋h̷̞̏e̶̡̊r̶̤͆ ̵͈͂q̶̇ͅu̶̮͑e̵͉̓s̴̗̿t̶̓ͅi̷͉̊ǫ̶̓n̷̗͋s̵̰͌?̴̭͐"

"Nice to meet you too," she says, mostly to her feet. "No, thank you, sorry for interrupting you while you're working."

He slams the floor with the bottom of his scythe and vanishes in a funeral tone and a puff of smoke.

"... okay, bye..." she mumbles, and. And. You know what? It has been enough doing stuff for one day. She's going to go home now. Okay? Okay.

That is within her power.

Home! Home. .... She orders some plasma fruit online - she missed it before when she was looking for seeds, because that is how it is ordered, the plasma fruit itself, not ordering seeds for growing it, unless it's in one of the gacha packs, which it very well might be - for planting tomorrow morning after they've arrived in the mail.

This done, she's going to spend a little while collapsed, face first, onto her couch. It's surprisingly restful and soothing.

After she has spent a while bemoaning her situation and choices, it is time for bedtime routine, and then bed.