"Should we go sunbathing?" Bassena suddenly said.
Zein, fresh out of a shower, blinked at the unexpected invitation. "Now? On the last day of November?"
"Why not?" Bassena shrugged. "The sun is calling," he said with a laugh.
Zein stared outside the window. Bassena was right; the sun had been stubbornly shining unperturbed since morning, as if trying to show off its prowess before winter was coming. It did seem nice, taking some fresh air to clear his mind. And gained some courage, hopefully.
"Sure," he said, and Bassena responded by draping a whole comforter on him.
"Go first, I'll make you some hot chocolate," Bassena smiled, and before the esper could disappear behind the door, Zein called out.
"Do you have those...little marshmallows?" the guide asked, prompting Bassena to blink and grin merrily.
"Sure, I'll give you lots,"
