"Seriously, THAT'S what you want to do? Just settle down somewhere quiet and cook for people?" Kabocha was incredulous that Choi suggested such a thing and even the slightest bit offended. "How can I ever hope to become a leader and gain respect if the people I fought with are nothing more than backwater chefs? Come on, dream big man! Now that you're not part of Yamate's mess you can be whatever you want and you're still going to stay a cook?" He didn't understand it, he really didn't understand it. How could anybody be so content with living such a normal, unassuming life? They needed to find themselves some good women and have kids and actually do something with themselves, not settle for whatever was easy or came their way. Choi had somebody in Yumi and yet he'd let her go and for what, some sterile, mad Beastman? If she ever hoped to have a family that would be completely impossible and yet she stuck to him like glue, so what gives? Why was she so drawn to a guy like that? "Ask her why? Yeah, why don't I just skewer myself while I'm at it. I'm not fricken asking her that!" Kabocha answered quickly, rolling his eyes at the idea of asking Takeshi, "Like that idiot knows anything. If the guy was any more oblivious he'd be walking into doors, you think he has that answer? And it's better you ask her anyways, she likes you. She'll kill me if I ask." "Nothing's wrong with your cooking, just... Don't do it for a living!" Kabocha explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "Why would you spend your entire life serving other people? Cook for your family or for your friends, whatever, but screw cooking for everyone else. Is that really what you want to spend your lives doing?" It just seemed so strange that Kai and Choi were content with doing what they had been all along. Why didn't they want more? "I'm not saying you've got to be soldiers either, once the war's over I know I won't be. And me? Obviously after Yamate is gone I'm going to take up my position as a noble again. My family should be holding power and I plan to once he's gone. Or I'll find something on Earth, or here. There's no way I'm going to spend my life working some job like you two, I deserve way more than that." Finally their turn to order the food even if Kabocha wasn't so certain he wanted any of it. Every plate he'd seen thus far was swimming in sauce and he hated having too much in any dish, it ruined it completely. Looking over the menu his face turned pink when Kai questioned him, scoffing and looking back at the cook, "O-Of course I have! I love places like this!" he shot back indignantly, smiling as he approached the counter. He figured he'd try to ask for anything without sauce but apparently the entire menu had it one way or another, and when he pressed for something light on the sauce he was told most of the food was "marinated", whatever that meant. Groaning inwardly he ordered the first thing off the menu and stepped aside, narrowing his eyes at the twins. "Hurry up and order..." ---------- "You're right... I'm sorry Viral, I was being insensitive demanding something of you like that. I shouldn't do that to you, I know better." She often forgot that when around Viral, just how isolated he really was. Even growing up with him and Vegeta it always seemed like Viral was made to be left out, only to come in whenever they needed a caretaker or someone to babysit them. That must have been awful, being relegated to someone whose only job was to take care of someone even if they were technically the same age. Feeling a bit saddened by the thought Yumi rubbed at her face before looking up at Viral and smiling, folding her hands behind the back and looking at him curiously. "Okay, so how about we do this: Let's go see June and maybe you can talk to her first? She's a lot more understanding than Aito is, but she probably can't answer any questions you have. Still... Getting a chance to vent a little is healthy, right? And after that we can see if you still want to go and talk to Aito." June would hopefully get him calm enough to speak to the doctor and maybe they could even have a meal together, something they hadn't done in years. Viral's meeting may have to wait a little while longer too if Aito was busy with Shu, though he and Takeshi might be off with that creep Krom training too. "Come on, I bet she'll be happy to see us! We haven't spoken to her since before we left," Yumi urged, smiling as she started along once more, "She's probably worried about us!" ---------- "Uh... Of course we do! I'm sure we do... Somewhere..." Yusef couldn't be nearly as certain as he'd like to be about that. Aside from some family heirlooms and some pieces they'd commissioned from artisans there really wasn't an awful lot that'd be considered art in their own home. "W-Well... We could always find someone to make some pieces for it! It can't be that hard... Right? Though we need artifacts too..." Would they have anything that might qualify? Stroking one of his antennae in thought Yusef watched his son move to another display, frowning at the weapons strewn out before them. "Well... They are part of our people's culture... A dark part of it..." the General mumbled, stepping closer to the display and peering into the glass. This was probably most of the kind of thing they'd put on display at their museums but then they wanted everyone to forget about the wars and move on from them. It was good to remember where they had been, this was true, but if that was all they could display then maybe they shouldn't bother with a museum. "Maybe Renthal would be interested in searching for artifacts. L'esta probably would be too, they're both... Eccentric," Yusef mused aloud, smiling at his son as he clasped him on the shoulder, "Or maybe you could bring things from other worlds? We'd have a museum unlike anything else on this planet, people would love to see what you've gathered from your travels too."