[In the end, Konoha was a simple woman. She liked working hard, a full belly, and a safe and happy family. She could be made happy with something even as small as someone she'd hoped would come to be able to interact with this place better showing that perhaps they would.

She carefully lets go of his hand, preferring to use both to help herself down to the floor, lumbering carefully to her knees and then onto her side, arranging a few cushions to stuff here and there to support herself comfortably by the low table before reaching for the menu. There were so many dishes, but they were all only small portions with just two to four pieces, so...]

One of everything please! And a nice tea.

[Okay, so she doesn't know enough about tea to order a specific one, but. A nice one!

Once the waiter is off to prepare the order, she takes his hand again. Chroma and all that!!]

I think so... It's getting easier to sleep in the strange houses, at any rate. What about you?