___"Twenty-twenty." He smiled softly. She was from Earth in a younger year, perhaps she had some memories of precious times past in society, though from reading people getting along was more or less on the same foot. She seemed like a fluttering bird trapped within herself, when she was finally set free, he hoped he would be there, watching her spread her wings and soar across the world. Gently he slid his hand over hers and gave it a soft squeeze, she was a good person, no doubt about it. He almost wanted to pull her into one of his great bear hugs, but decided against it. Aemilia seemed to teeter delicately along the line between her old life and the new one. It was a beautiful balancing act, and watching it made him catch his breath.
___"The United States of America." He finished slowly. "Well, that's where I boarded this ship here. Central Park." Rasui remembered that day. "I was born in Egypt, near Cairo. My village wasn't far from the Delta." Oh, he missed his family. He lowered his head slightly, staring at the stitching in his shoes for a moment before looking back up. The kettle whistled. "Well, what do you know. I should look at my feet more often." He teased, standing and removing his hand from her warm one.

___The kettle, now whistling shrilly with impatience, was silenced by the quick pouring and stirring of little clinking mugs. He lamented, no marshmallows, no whipped cream! Rasui's heart was broken. Her first experience with cocoa would have to be a half-hearted one. He swallowed the slap in the face before presenting her with the misting cup.
___"Careful, it's hot." He warned with a smile.