( it's not that different from any other story mizuki's ever told her — or that most people have recounted to her, for that fact — about his homeworld. there's actually, totally, and completely understanding a thing, and then just understanding the concept because visualizing it stretches parts of her brain that are already at capacity just understanding life on board the serena eterna. but the wistful emotion, the recounting of joy, the nostalgia of a great humanitarian mission to understand people and spread happiness...

at least that emotion lands. and is so quintessentially mizuki.

sunset is creeping up on them, and with it some colder winds off the sea. clarke shivers once or twice before remembering she's wearing long sleeves bunched up around her joints, and setting about rolling the arms of her shirt and folds of her pants back down to their original lengths. but also scoots closer to the fire for good measure, and maybe cranes her neck to peek in at what's happening in the adept. )

I'm sorry there's no kitchens here for you to use. Largely, I've no complaints to the buffet dishes the shades churn out, but I'd love to see what you can do when properly outfitted.

( subtext translation: you deserve things that make you happy.*

(*this sentence does not and will never be spoken in regard to ebalon, we're just talking about the little things here) )