The multiple bedrooms of K's chosen home certainly fulfill that criteria: each came furnished with a large, comfortable bed complete with bedclothes. Should she want her own bedroom for any reason, she'll have her pick.
Exploring the possibilities. That could mean so many things, and he can only hope he won't disappoint her. There's still the nagging thought that she deserves better than him, deserves to be with a real person, at the very least. A real person with authentic emotions and memories and a past, better able to provide her with the life she wants... Her kiss helps to draw him out of those heavy thoughts, though some worry lingers. What if he isn't good enough?
Their conversation has his mind eventually turning to more simple domestic matters. Things that are within his control. And given the direction their conversation had seemed to be taking, it's probably best continued in private, anyway. He requests a drink carrier for their final two drinks, the cold ciders, explaining, "These could go with dinner." Their first 'real' dinner together, it ought to be special. "Anything in particular you'd like me to make for you?" he asks as he links their arms together so they can walk arm-in-arm. To the market first, maybe, depending on her answer. Despite the roles they'd played before, he has no intention of leaving the cooking to her.
Being provided with the means and opportunity here has allowed K to discover that he quite enjoys cooking. Proper cooking — selecting and preparing the ingredients himself, rather than the prefab dehydrated fare that was common in their home universe. Prefab meals were more convenient and much quicker to prepare, but they couldn't compare to the taste of something freshly made. He's even been learning how to make his own noodles from scratch. His cooking adventures will be all the more fun now, having someone to actually share his efforts with and who might want to learn with him.
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Exploring the possibilities. That could mean so many things, and he can only hope he won't disappoint her. There's still the nagging thought that she deserves better than him, deserves to be with a real person, at the very least. A real person with authentic emotions and memories and a past, better able to provide her with the life she wants... Her kiss helps to draw him out of those heavy thoughts, though some worry lingers. What if he isn't good enough?
Their conversation has his mind eventually turning to more simple domestic matters. Things that are within his control. And given the direction their conversation had seemed to be taking, it's probably best continued in private, anyway. He requests a drink carrier for their final two drinks, the cold ciders, explaining, "These could go with dinner." Their first 'real' dinner together, it ought to be special. "Anything in particular you'd like me to make for you?" he asks as he links their arms together so they can walk arm-in-arm. To the market first, maybe, depending on her answer. Despite the roles they'd played before, he has no intention of leaving the cooking to her.
Being provided with the means and opportunity here has allowed K to discover that he quite enjoys cooking. Proper cooking — selecting and preparing the ingredients himself, rather than the prefab dehydrated fare that was common in their home universe. Prefab meals were more convenient and much quicker to prepare, but they couldn't compare to the taste of something freshly made. He's even been learning how to make his own noodles from scratch. His cooking adventures will be all the more fun now, having someone to actually share his efforts with and who might want to learn with him.