Don't apologize! I've invited you and so you are welcome. Relax, relax. [Everett crows, moving through his home as he spoke, towards the kitchen. Wataru is free to follow him, settling down at the kitchen table, or stay in the main space, perhaps in front of the hearth. He's pulling some marinated salmon from the icebox in his home, feeling spoiled on the magical technology granted to them. He could really let flavor seep into his meals, without risking it spoiling or going rotten]

Do you enjoy fish, lad? I've that and vegetables from the garden I could roast up. Ah! And bread! We could have taste test those preserves we earned...