Oh, only the best and most neighborly from me, for certain. To be honest, though, it's been quite a long time since I was anyone's neighbor.

[ He hadn't stayed in one place longer than a week or so since Dorothy. The idea of being stuck still makes him... antsy, not that it will show on his face. Not as long as he has a say in it.

He notices Makoto has given up on the weeds. He decides to keep his hands busy, continuing to yank up plants and slowly getting better at plucking out the roots. ]

That's awful philosophical of you to say, Edamame, but what meaning are you hoping to find here?

[ Laurent had not found meaning anywhere in a very long time. He almost can't imagine what Makoto means. ]