Fair enough.

[Whatever she makes, it's going to have lots of protein. Seems like he could use his share and then some. She stands up, stretches her hands up over her head and then curls the fingers of her left hand in the thick braid at the nape of her neck, which she then flicks over her shoulder.

She leads him off to the room without further preamble. It's a smallish space (honestly, her place might look lavish but it's singularly defining feature is that it's all smallish space. She'd feel weirdly agoraphobic in something bigger) done up mostly in blues, and she pushes the door open with the heel of her hand.]

Here you are. Bathroom's down the hall, hot water's endless so showers can be as long as you like. I get up well before sunrise, don't feel like you have to join me.

[Her day is a lot longer than what passes as one here. Thirty-six hours versus twenty-four means she needs less sleep and more things to do with herself than most. She spends a lot of her time running.]

Take your time, all right? Lot to take in. I'll be in the living room if you need me for anything or you want to talk about what you've found out. We can cook around six.