Toy-Mun thinks for a second and then shakes their head.

- I'm… not hungry, - they claim, not quite looking at Kwaiets, and sit on the edge of the bed to take of their shoes.

It does not even cross Kwaiets's scope of awareness that Toy-Mun might be lying. Maybe if Kwaiets hadn't just offered to make the whole thing financially legible, or if Toy-Mun had literally any other way of obtaining food in the foreseeable future, but neither of those is true, so Toy-Mun must actually just have eaten recently. And you Do Not Press people on food stuff. You just don't.

. . . Except in this case, Kwaiets, regrettably, has to.

"- I'm going to be up for a few hours; if you're eating in the mornings, I may still be asleep. Can I show you where the food is now? I can list off vague ingredients if some of it looks unfamiliar, so you can be sure it won't poison you. Also, I have changes of clothes that will probably fit you - do you want something cooler? Or softer?"

Toy-Mun coughs a little.

- Well… sure, show me. I'll do my best to not take too much. As for clothes… are you going to change clothes yourself? Is it, like… customary to do so when you come home or something?

"- not, like, in front of you!" Any fears Toy-Mun has that Gaha'eka are exhibitionists must be squelched immediately. "Some people don't, some people only change clothes once a day, but most change twice. Um. Right. This is the future, everybody has craptons of clothes."

He sheepishly opens several drawers overflowing with leggings and sweatshirts. And there's some underwear in there, cool. Hopefully not recognizable as such. Well, anyway, they'll have to -

- so better get used to it - 

- Is somebody going to have to go underwear shopping in the impending transition? Future-hygiene is mostly a fake concept . . . 

Toy-Mun comes to the drawers and, after a short consideration, chooses a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, putting it against her body to estimate - they basically fit.

- Good thing I went with you. I think most others' clothing would be too big, - she chuckles weakly before carefully taking out a pair of underwear. - Is this… what I think it is? A loincloth? Fancy… Although, I guess, if everyone has them, not so fancy. This is probably too personal to take, though?

"- that's underwear? Like, for under your other wear, at all times, so stuff doesn't like, chafe, and whatever. I'm not going to - recommend against taking it - everything in those drawers is washed, but, like, zero pressure -"

Toy-Mun blushes a bit again and smiles, shaking her head.

- I mean, I've seen such stuff - on a very rich woman, I'm talking basically head of the city she was in. If you don't mind, I will take one then? I… I'm not sure whether I'll ever be able to repay for such a luxury thing, but… Ahem. You've said "not in front of you", so, er… should I go somewhere else to put this on? - she blushes more, looking downward.

"Pffft, those cost twelve times what they were trying to sell you notebooks for - not even. Uh, yeah, the bathroom's right through here." Bathroom is shown, including how to lock door. Look of realization. Gesture at bathroom. "Plumbing, indoor plumbing, we have that everywhere."

Toy-Mun makes an honest attempt at recalling what price was offered for notebooks. Unsuccessfully: she does still want to sleep, and the parts of her brain that don't want to sleep are occupied with different thoughts entirely. She takes her bag and comes inside the bathroom.

- Plumbing. Like, running water. Like in bathhouses, but in your own house. And you say it's everywhere… yeah, I can say you all just live better than most of people back in my world. I… Mm… Since these are clean clothes and all… I guess it's appropriate for me to wash myself first? - more blushing. - I will probably need help with this.

" . . . with, what?" he squeaks, effortfully. It sounded like 'help washing himself' but that's insane and also perverted, what the damn Kwaiets, but what did he actually mean

Toy-Mun stifles a laugh. "Do I make her… him… embarrassed? How cute".

- With how this thing works. How it's regulated and stuff. Of course, I take it you don't normally show your bodies to others, but… I don't know, I'm afraid I'll just break this thing. Besides… - some sixth sense tells her saying "aren't you interested to see how we differ" isn't going to win her any favours. - It isn't like I am so ugly that seeing me naked, should this be required, would kill you, would it?

"Seeing - pretty people naked - is worse - because then you owe them - debt?" he chokes out, half-delirious.

<💭>Does their culture have the concept of debt? Literally how could it not?</💭>

"but anyway, never mind. If this is a prank," he looks around in an effort to cover his bases with respect to making eye contact with any hidden cameras "fuck whoever's putting it on, of course I'll help you."

Toy-Mun knew the concept of debt very well - and yet couldn't resist a joke:
- I mean, you look pretty enough to be able to instantly repay any such debt.

A pause to see Kwaiets's reaction.

Then, more seriously:
- More importantly, I'm already indebted to you beyond recognition. So feel free to look, I won't… won't require anything in return.
With those words, she puts her bag on the floor and takes off her black shirt (which is buttonless, much like a long-sleeve T-shirt) in one swift motion, throwing it on the bag with a faint tinkle (potentially interesting: clothes, especially buttonless, don't normally tinkle, do they?). She doesn't sport any underwear on her breasts - and even though they are really small by Earth measures, they are probably still noticeable for a human race which has none. Her shoulders and upper arms are wide-ish and muscular-ish for a usual woman - but for a swordswoman, this is probably to be expected. She doesn't stop to demonstrate herself much, however, before bending down with the obvious intent of likewise getting rid of pants.

He (respectfully, he hopes) ignores Toy-Mun's permission (and bizarre, alarming declaration of debt, that can wait for later) and does not look any more frequently or broadly than is necessary for communication.

He starts demonstrating the shower. The knob has little notches marked with water temperature.

Toy-Mun follows his instructions and is soon pretty confident in her ability to manipulate the shower (and a bit wet from accidentally discharged water). If Kwaiets's gaze does sometimes land on her, he can notice she has quite a lot of hair below neck for a woman, whose blackness is noticeable on her pale skin, and seems to have never bothered to remove it; otherwise, except for narrow but muscular hips and lack of noticeable narrowing at waist, her anatomy is more-or-less Earth-standard.

- Thank you… I guess I can do the rest myself now, - she smiles soon. - Would you mind opening the bed while I wash myself?

He would not!!

Since opening the bed is very quick, once that's done he starts his list of foods along with their locations and prices-for-future-payback.

Toy-Mun doesn't take too long. Soon after, she emerges in the borrowed leggings and sweatshirt (and underwear, although that's, of course, not obvious), having put her original clothing in her bag. Her shoulder-length raven-black hair is now fully wet, and she has put some kind of cloth around it to protect the new clothing.

- That was great, thank you, - she proclaims happily and yawns, covering her mouth with one hand. - I... I think I'm going to fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow, so if you have anything else to say, do so now.

<💭>pretty,</💭>

"- You sure you don't want to eat first? I've got the food list almost ready and everything. If not, valid, but. I'll leave it here anyway."

Toy-Mun smiles tiredly, putting their bag and their (rather heavy) boots near their sword:
- I was actually eating when the whole… jump to your world happened. So… just leave it here, yeah.

With those words, they lie down, moving the cloth so that it now covers the pillow rather than their shoulders. Their prediction was essentially correct: they close their eyes and fall asleep almost immediately. They don't snore, at least not initially.

<💭>Wow it is adorable and kind of terrifying how easily he fell asleep in the middle of a foreign universe!! What!!</💭>

He finishes and leaves the list, as promised, before reading for a few hours and then eating and going to sleep on the air mattress himself. If Toy-Mun wakes before Kwaiets does, they'll find the list containing locations and prices of:

- Apples!

- Salad mixes!

- Microwavable frozen vegetables! (with a note that Kwaiets has also left, on the microwave, instructions as to how to use the microwave, and a half-assed explanation of how the microwave works, (because not leaving one when the question is so obvious would be rude!))

- Hard-boiled eggs!

- Dense rice cakes!

- Non-dense rice cakes!

- Dense oat bars!

- Non-dense oat bars!

. . . and, basically, grain cakes of various densities, flavorings, and protein levels. There are also some jerkies?

Also, spices (cinnamon, salt, pepper, chili powder, several vinegar-y, salty, or sweet sauces, and some weirder stuff), and here's where the dishes and silverware are. 

We have no standardized silverware! Who would do that! 

A common theme, though, is that you put spring-loaded, subtly flanged chopsticks on the end of a rigid spine and include some kind of lever for separating and releasing/clenching them.

Toy-Mun does wake up somewhat early. Having looked at Kwaiets asleep at the air mattress and smiled, they come to the list - and discover they can't read it. They then manage to find a dense grain cake and an apple. Silverware causes some headache, and it is quite possible that Kwaiets is woken up by their bitching about "how one even uses this thing".

He mrrrrrphs in his sleep, but just rolls back over.

His making a sound does startle Toy-Mun enough that they choose to behave more quietly from now on. They manage to defeat the cake with chopsticks (even though this was probably a hilarious thing to see, if there were anybody to see this), eat the apple, and then take a book and open it on a random page. They don't know the writing system, of course, but they attempt to copy letters on the notebook, marking how many there are on the page.