"It's no trouble. I kind of want to do everything now that I can." To take on the world-- even though he knew logically it was impossible, he wanted to do as much as he could. He felt a thrill in his heart for whatever reason when she actually looked at him, but he would bury that part of himself deep and secret.

"Please tell me you're okay with strawberries?"

That and there weren't enough baked sweets in Luceti-- and he needed to be making something. Friends, acquaintances, maybe even Luceti's own form of money, if it existed. Bartering-- and cottage industries seemed pretty neat. But if anyone knew anything about pop-up restaurants, Eugene would be the one to know the how-to about all sorts.