[Yuan's silence is either not at all encouraging, or very much so. Kratos turns his head just enough to watch him sidelong, but all that's there is comprehension, and a flicker of emotions from comprehension to acceptance.]

Hmh. They do.

[Kratos is smiling now, still not looking quite at Yuan. He doesn't have to. And he's already said his thanks; so to avoid making Yuan feel uncomfortable Kratos doesn't say anything more, but turns back toward the counter.]

Dinner won't be more than half an hour.

[Kratos hasn't been tense in Yuan's house for months; but now more than ever, he seems properly relaxed, like he's properly convinced this isn't just a holding pattern for a life he'll never regain, but something which could be lived for its own right.]