"I'd like that." More truth, yes, nothing wrong with that, and his hand briefly touches the one on his shoulder before dropping to his side. Glitch nods toward the back of the house. "Come on, I'll give you a tour and we set up in the garden. It's a nice day for a picnic."

The second room is something of an office, the desk strewn with plans for the PASIV and one wall dominated by a painting of some hill country at the peak of autumn's color. Last is a small kitchen with bathroom attached, and a door leading to the yard.

He removes a pitcher of sweeted black coffee from the fridge and starts gathering a tablecloth, glasses, milk, ice, napkins, etc. "Are you well? Adjusted to being back here?