Then there’s nothing more to be said. It’s almost a relief, really. Peace and quiet seems like such a rare thing these days, that he’ll cherish what he can get, even if it’s from someone as strange as Ain. When they reach one of the illusory kitchens, Jakob makes a quick inspection of the pantries. He still remembers the particular tastes of Add and Roxas, at the very least, though he’ll have to figure out the rest of their housemates’ at another time.

“I suppose these will have to do,” he sighs. “Ain, can I trust you to cut the vegetables?”