[ The tea had been an appreciated touch; he really wouldn't have minded coffee, and it'd gone a bit astringent, but he isn't picky in the least. His manners are impeccable as he eats, no clanking or scraping at the plate even as he seems to take his time. When they've finished and Heine sits back with his phone, Coco simply works on finishing his tea and produces his own, flicking through for news updates and anything of the like. He isn't used to the reliance on technology in this part of the country.

When Heine speaks up, though, he glances up, somewhat wide-eyed. It'd been sudden and his attention had been deep into the weather updates. ]

Hm? Oh, no, not really. I don't mind cleaning up! I made the mess, after all. [ "Mess", as if there's more than just their plates and the egg pan left. He'd done dishes as he went. ] If you need to be somewhere, though, I can go. My only plans were for more location hunting. Eventually I'll stop living in a hotel and have a little shop, haha. Unless you have some suggestions for a two-story shop for sale.

Ideally with a kitchen, but that wouldn't be hard to add, I'm sure. [ A place he could live above, even more specifically. ]