[ well sure, it is now Story time. ish doesn't mind listening, and though there's no weather affects to gauge his mood by, he seems more settled and like his usual self when he speaks again. ]

They say food is the way to the heart, and sometimes it is that simple. [ but that's really not it here, is it? he knows that innately so he continues, even if he doesn't understand. ]

So if I said we could meet again tomorrow, you'd fall in love with me?