“Thanks.”

Teru raised a hand to float a pamphlet pinned to the tall steely fridge into his hands. He wandered into his bedroom and dug through his drawers.

When he returned, he had a neatly folded pair of pajamas in one arm. The bottoms were a dark green flannel and the top was a long-sleeved pastel print. There was a picture of a cartoon skiing dog on it with English text emblazoned on it.

“Here, you can take a bath and change first. Oh, first, were you feeling pizza or pasta?”