[That last message seems pretty final and, when there aren't any following it, Pidge is willing to take that at face value. She meant what she'd said before, which is honestly more than most people would get. But for whatever reason, talking to Ren just seems easy, even just over text. Maybe that had more to do with it than she wants to admit. For now, though, she just doesn't feel like analyzing it.

So when he comes charging in a few minutes later, Pidge is considerably surprised. She's sprawled out on her sofa initially but startles and jumps up when he comes in. But it's the box that really gets her attention. Not sure what else to do, Pidge follows him into the kitchen - and stops abruptly when he turns and bows.]

What-

[And her knowledge of the language is woefully insufficient, so she waits a beat to see if he feels like translating. When he instead turns back to his box without further comment, Pidge shrugs it off for now and moves to lean on the counter so she can watch what he's doing.]

Do you tell your best friend everything?

[Okay, that's probably a bit unfair. But she's doubting it.]

At this point, I have more complaints than concerns. You've been here long enough to have a pretty good idea of how things are. [Not that she's the only one stuck here dealing with things, but still...]

But no. I haven't asked him that in so many words. What kind of conversation would that be, anyway?

[She can't help it. That last bit makes her smile.]

You don't know all that much about me, but it's still nice to hear.