[This seemed reasonable. Eiji nodded again, and slid his fingers out from between Emi's. Palms down on the table, he pushed himself out of his chair to stand.]

All right. I'm going to make dinner.

[Which was... incredibly domestic already, it occurred to him. Something that a housewife would do. But that didn't change the fact that it was still practical, he told himself. Whatever needed doing, right?

He'd let Emi deal with whatever ruckus was going on elsewhere. For now, the demi-human simply got his things and prepared to leave.]

I'll see you back home.

[SO married]