"Well, promise not to experiment on her and you can see her as much as you like." Aurora hasn't seemed to have met a person here she wouldn't claw the boots of and offer clods of dirt. Kira hasn't had enough dogs to know if she's good or bad, and sometimes when he tells her go home he just finds her eating bees near a person or landmark she knows, but she comes when she's called and she hasn't mauled anyone, so he figures he's doing an alright job of raising her.

Ravi's mention of the games gets a tight smile and a nod, but as Kira moves across the kitchen to find and fill the kettle, he gives it a little more thought. "With the quarantine," he says, "it's been...something like a year since I've used the internet. This place seems to like entertaining us with lightning and earthquakes, or--" he gestures to the ceiling, still facing the sink.

"I used to party a lot," he admits. "Dancing at clubs, picking people up. It was a big city, there was a lot of trouble to find, temporary friends to find it with. Strange how the people here are more permanent when we can literally disappear." It isn't meant as another dig at Ravi's actions, but he does cast him a glance when he moves down the counter to put the kettle on the stove. "Grab me some wood, it's stacked by the back door."