If it's all the same, I'd rather not catch whatever death plague you have. I'll write you an IOU for the hug.

[ He wanders into the kitchen area, and as Hana busies herself with the stew, he crouches to give Pacchan more pets. His own tail seems to wave in amusement as the dog's tail wags happily. ]

There's a little restaurant near the communal housing that I've become fond of. Family owned, I believe. Their food reminds me of home.