[ On the contrary, Maruki's all too pleased by how simple it was. It only serves to reinforce his earlier point. Not everything about this reality comes so easily, but by god, some things really are simpler here than they ever would be back home. You can simply walk into an unoccupied domicile and poof, it's yours! It never ceases to amaze him...

He's busy inspecting the lights in the living room, ensuring that they work when Shinjiro asks that question. ]

Hm? Ah, well, I miss a lot of food from home, as you can imagine...

[ One of the end tables is wobbly. Maruki pulls his journal out of his satchel, tears out a couple pieces of paper and begins folding them to stick beneath the uneven leg. ]

Tempura udon is my favorite, though.

[ Not strictly true, but close enough. ]

Why do you ask?