Hm, I think my answer remains the same. I will slot room in my busy schedule for you. [sort of a joke, though he can't say his schedule hasn't gotten somewhat packed with so many ideas to work through. still, given he sees pal each evening regardless yes, he thinks they'll find time.

the comment about the bunsen burner gets a scoff, ruined because he can't seem to stop smiling like a fool. even when he tries to squash it for the all important bit it creeps back up on him.] It is innovative, you mean. I suppose for the sake of your narrow mindedness in the matter I will stick to using the kitchen in the bunker for meals. I ah- I wanted to make it here so you could easily retreat if you felt uncomfortable.

[maybe he prefers the kitchen. maybe. with only a beat of hesitation he reaches up, a gentle adjustment to pal's glasses before he puts a palm to pal's jaw, not unlike what pal did when he was struggling with the tether. he's careful, still not sure what is allowed, what is too much, a thumb stroking pal's cheek like he's a precious thing indeed before he lets his hand drop.

clears his throat again. hm.] I am ready- though this is not a matter I have any experience with. I did not do romance or eh... 'crushes' even. I don't know what the proper procedure and timeline are.

So I would appreciate direction when you feel the experiment is going off course, so to speak. [such a dumb bit, but he's enjoying it immensely.]