Well, Aoba was glad to see that Declan didn’t seem too stiff or anything. Sleeping on a couch was one thing, but sleeping in that bulky suit of armor…? He could only imagine how that felt, though maybe the future was good at building things as comfortable as they were bulky? Or something.

No matter. Aoba couldn’t help but smile back. “Morning, Declan. I slept fine, thanks. Ghost said you wanted to be awake for the cooking, so…I’ll only prep the ingredients and get them ready to go until you come back.”