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[ What, can't a girl like cats? ]

[ The door to the left opens into a tiny little kitchen space. It's as simple as the room before it. Out on the counter is a half-eaten bag of marshmallows, open but with the wrapper re-sealed to keep them fresh, and a folded scrap of cloth—it may look familiar to him; Aoko tends to wrap her cookies in cloth bundles when she's giving them as gifts. ]

[I AM TRYING TO KILL MY FEELINGS, OKAY]

[...welp]

[Let's check the right.]

[ MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP THAT. ]

[ He's probably expecting the right door to lead to the bedroom, and he won't be disappointed. It's set out a little like this, with the addition of a closet and … while there are a few plants, they're clearly ones Iota has picked from Kyriakos herself; most are living in repurposed mugs. There are also more cat plushes!! One is on the sofa, and the other is on the bed, sitting next to a datapad. Also by the bed is what looks to be a storage compartment with a virtual keypad lock. ]

[ On the shelves are a few books—all non-fiction, talking about basic AI theory (remarkably similar to his world) and much less basic astrophysics. ]

[ Sitting on the desk is a notepad and pen. ]

[MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE A MAJOR ASSHOLE BECAUSE I AM BOTH SAD AND ANGRY?]

[Hmmm, let's look at the notepad first. Remarkably basic for a ship.]

[ Iota has drawn … she's drawn squiggles. ]

[ Looping squiggly squiggles and meaningless, time-wasting doodles. ]

[ And … a list? ]

[ 'Marshmallows, cream, chocolate chips, cookies. NOT bread, celery, carrots, ice cream, coffee grounds, snow.' ]

[...what you got against veggies. And ice cream? Well, maybe ice scream headaches.]

[Hm.]

[Checks the plants. They been watered recently?]

[ They have not been! They're looking kind of sad and droopy. ]

[...I'll go...water them]

[For reasons]

[ There's a bathroom right there, so finding water is simple enough. ]

[Watering the plants then.]

[Let's take a look at the box and try the zero thing again. You know, because why not.]

[ ACCESS DENIED. ]

[ ... and there it is again. that feeling of being watched. ]

[Oh, is she actually paying attention now?]

[Hm. He'll leave the bedroom now then. Check out the computer.]

[ It doesn't feel like as much attention. Nowhere near as much. More a vague, sulky acknowledgement that, oh, you are still here and ALSO SNOOPING. ]

[ It's a fancy futuristic touchscreen computer, as one would expect from Iota. Extremely fancy. Unfortunately, the moment he so much as touches it, the screen flashes with ACCESS DENIED. Seems like you need way more than just a password to get into this one. ]

[YEP. :)]

[Maybe he will snoop until she says something.]

I suppose I should have seen that. [Okay, but what about drawers?]

[ There aren't many of those, and the few he can find are mostly empty. … except for that one, which contains a plastic (is it plastic??) box of … … fresh carrot sticks … … ]

....

[Pulling out the carrot sticks.]

...why?

[ a sulky voice comes from the computer ]

I like their crunchiness.

[ If he looks, a tiny avatar of Iota is sitting on the edge of a text box on the screen, with a bunch of cats in her lap. ]

...and here I thought you didn't like them after the Not Bread list.

The list is of things that are and are not good when paired with hot chocolate.

...ice cream and hot chocolate would be a challenge.

As I discovered soon after commencing the experiment.

And the plants?

... They are aesthetically pleasing.

When was the last time you watered them?

Shortly before the amnesia game.

[ buries her face in one of the cats she's cuddling. ]

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