Meryl, I have managed to keep Father Nightroad's little herb garden alive in my apartment, if that would be helpful to you at all. It's not much, but it's something.

Ah, homesickness, how I have missed you.

Meryl, I assume you intend to carry on as usual? If so, then I am with you.

Soap.

It's a beautiful thing.

I miss Caesar.

...Oh. Now that's a memory I don't mind reliving.

But I don't think that I'll be sharing it with anyone here.

Joseph, you seem to be quite popular among the ladies. Everyone keeps asking me about you.

Try not to let it go to your head.

Ah....the joy of Spring cleaning. Emphasis on Spring.

I'm almost sad to use up that piece of soap I've been hoarding, but it does look so much nicer in here.

The bubbles...

Hamon housewife. Who would have thought?

[The communicator is propped up on, or rather, tumbling off of something when the feed comes on, revealing a glimpse of...]
( The lady of the house, who has managed to heat herself a Hamon bubble-bath. )

I do believe the dry air does make bigger sparks. I wonder if my hamon could channel the jolt into something useful? Hm.

Johnny's gone now? Always with the coming and going, Discedo. Who will you scientist take away from me next?

Are you still here, 6? You're so quiet these days. Do you need another check up tune-up check-up?

Not the first time I've had to get by on war rations. Probably won't be the last. Doesn't mean I have to like it.

Anything more for me to do yet, Jojo?