[ With a tinge of mirth wedged between the indulgent, almost faint curling of the corner of his lips, he proffers another inaudible semblance of a laugh. Almost in direct response to this, his hand successively moves upwards – aiming to soothingly cup out the potentially distinct symbols of his own personal merriment. As stark, and perhaps critically disconcerting as their constant and continued presence in Zodion was, Suzuya resolved himself on remaining progressive and affirmative in regards to the conclusive quandaries and trepidations that soon followed in their pursuit. Losing hope wasn’t an option, at the very least; he considered that to some degree – while she wasn’t here – pushed on for her sake. Though, that may have been evidence to his more egotistical sense of self-gratification. Regardless, he also didn’t want to risk the possibility of affronting or alarming Miyaji. Keeping the topic lighthearted, he replies-- ] It doesn’t feel that long, though.

It’s strange how we’ve been here for so many seasons and yet… [ They haven’t been returned home. With how Zodion was designed, he had only assumed that this farce would have ended sooner or later. He supposes the Gods, capriciously decided on later. As Miyaji pointed out the sweets, he vaguely looked them over. ] Good choice. They say macaroons are best created in weather that’s a little colder and predominately dry, after all. It’s best to eat things fresh and in season. [ Or in weather appropriateness, but w/e, same difference. ] We’ll do that then. We could share with the others at the inn, too. [ Let’s go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Only, they can’t so. [yaoming] But, that only leaves Suzuya with one kawaii option, I guess. ]