Remi wasn't transported to this reality for some reason. He was dumped here. Even this far down the road, he had a hard time thinking he belonged here. He had almost once. Then it was what he thought of family made him realize he didn't fit.

"Well, uh, there's a good Italian place around here. Actually, lots of good restaurants popping up around here. I think because I go to a lot and don't cook." He rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand then ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm guessing you're not quite into raw fish like... uhm, what kind of cuisine do you like?"