"Time traveling heart bandits," Haruto muses. It sounds like a really dumb band name, honestly, and he discards it.

"You can't take any of the history overview books out," he corrects, then--"oh, uh, thanks."

"It was a nice change of pace," he admits. "I wish every mission were like it."

"Right?" he asks, and smiles, ruefully. "We can have a hotpot party on floor seven some other night. Stew's perfectly fine for now." Truthfully, he'd missed when Nitoh was well enough to be cooking. There had been a lot of sandwiches in the weeks before the bombing.