( It produces a laugh, a short sharp burst of sound before he's lifting a too large piece of the pajeon and shoving it in his mouth, chewing almost lazily. Once he swallows he lifts an eyebrow, gaze sparking in amusement. )

There's a 7-11 around the corner, I'm sure they sell banana milk.

( As demands go, it's tame. )

And I am. It looks like everyone else is also done for the day, and I'm beginning to understand there are more interesting things I could be doing. ( Babysitting. ) So I thought why not?