"Well you stayed in my house... Kind of. We were there for all of one day anyways. I don't really have a second room, but I suppose we could always get another bed and share the bedroom..." Or... An addition to his house. Assuming they had a fair bit of prize money left over it would be very simple to pay somebody to come out and put on another room just for Shu to have. That way he could have it however he wanted, and maybe then dirt and bugs wouldn't be dragged into Takeshi's room. "The people who taught you how to speak huh...? Wonder if they're around still..." he mused, pausing in his meal thoughtfully. "We can always visit them too if you'd want, if you can remember where they were. I bet they'd be very happy to see you again." It hadn't been that long since Shu had left after all, right? One year, two years tops. Unless those people were quite old they would definitely still be around. It would be some time yet still until they could actually pay them a visit most likely, depending on how long they stayed on Earth. Who knows, they could be there for a week, seeing as the rebels were fighting and all. There really wasn't a whole ton of need for them, not immediately anyways.

"Well he [i]is[/i] a person... Just not... I don't know, he's different..." Takeshi didn't quite know what to classify Bills as, short of what Gohan's account of the guy was. "According to the book he's a god... Something called the God of Destruction. He's supposed to be insanely powerful, like way more powerful than any of us will ever be. I mean he beat Goku, more than once. He's a person..." he paused, shivering slightly and prodding at a piece of his food before picking it up, "And a scary person. I wouldn't want to fight him." Gods were probably the only thing he'd never want to butt heads with, namely because they were just way too powerful. Even if things seemed slim in their odds he'd fight, but a battle like that was nigh impossible. Fighting people like their father was about the furthest he'd like to go in terms of power gaps, anything more and he'd just sit on the side lines and cheer someone else on.

It was hardly ideal or even by choice, but Viral at last agreed to try and eat. Yumi beamed hearing his words, ecstatic that he'd allow them to help him out finally. "It'll be small, I promise, just barely enough so you can taste it." If he were to eat it then it would have to be something nutritious, they needed to make it count. Since most of the foods were alien she didn't exactly know what was good and what wasn't, so she kept to her original plan with the fish. Cutting off a small sliver she held it between her thumb and forefinger, turning to Viral happily. "Now say 'aaaaah', here comes the choo-choo train!" she chimed, unable to help herself. It was kind of fun, even if it might be a little humiliating for Viral. Carefully she stuck the bit of fish into his mouth, retracting her hand and folding both behind her back, watching the Beastman curiously for a reaction. She wanted to ask how he liked it, but instead held on with baited breath, silently praying that he'd be able to ingest the fish.