I'm half-convinced you're going to rack up dinner invites for a week, then spend seven days like a king on my couch.

[ Not something he would even mind much, really. If only he had moved out by now but, alas, nowhere has piqued his interest away from the apartment ... and maybe he likes the company being a constant thing, always having someone to talk to. ]

Did you ever get a ship commissioned, by the way? There are curious things on the planet that we could bring back to the moon.