"You did," he says, with an incremental shrug, the words light and conversational. He doesn't quite have it in him to approximate playful just now, but he can give it a moment to sink in before adding, "I mean, you're always using your stories to get stuff for other people. Sewing machines and baking sheets. And I figure most people here like colors."

How's it feel, Chara, to be the reason that a selfish bastard can be a slightly less selfish bastard - even someone that people can like being around?

"We're due for some time to relax, is all."