As the Ekon finished off cooking Lisa's breakfast, moving back and forth a few steps as he moved it onto a plate, every now and then he glanced over his shoulder at her, intently listening as he worked. "You would like to go house shopping?" He really couldn't help but josh a little at the notion, not meaning it in a mocking way, but innocently amused.
Maybe it was obvious that he'd never house-shopped with anyone before, regardless of context.
Finishing up what he was doing, a pensive expression washed across his face as he made his way over to the kitchen table, plate in hand before he carefully put it down in front of her. "I think that's an excellent idea." He finally admitted, nodding his head in thought as he stepped back over to grab some cutlery for her as well as a glass and a small jug of freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Preferably one outside the city. Perhaps on the outskirts, far enough away from the possibility of prying eyes and with a good vantage point should we encounter any... unwelcome guests." Mainly meaning raiders as well as their dead counterparts.
Once everything was on the table, Jonathan pulled a chair closer to the table to sit on, pouring himself barely a centimetre of orange juice into his own glass, mainly to enjoy its aroma rather than actually drink it. "I would certainly welcome the peace and quiet. My heightened senses can be somewhat vexing whenever my fellow dead compatriots groan and shuffle by."
