[He's really wondering what's on her mind, but... ...No, he really can't ask. Were it anyone else, he'd probably try to worm it out of them, but with her—just feels a little too soon for him. For them, maybe. He'll keep an eye out, but for now he has this question to handle.

...And of course it's about him. He had been afraid of that, but he also expected it. There's definitely a lot of "new things" for him to tell her, after all.]

You mean the restaurant? [A drum of his fingers as he wonders where to start.] Well I'm not sure if you met her yet, but the co-owner and head chef is Milla—fractured Milla. [...It never sets well with him that he has to make that distinction like that, and it shows in the way he had to clarify.] It was actually after having some of her food that I got the idea and offered her to try a joint ownership. [Although he a somewhat ulterior motive. He had felt it would help her something to do and find some purpose here. Something different to help her continue to differentiate herself from prime Milla.] Another one of my friends, Ludger, helps her out.

This place is staffed by other Otherworlders, and we try to make meals based off recipes from other worlds. Gives an exotic taste for the locals and a little taste of home for us. [Kind of like a cultural exchange.

And although she did kind of direct the question at him, as usual he's cleverly spoken while not putting himself in the focus.]