[[Sure. Okay. The answer was actually no then? An Zhe would leave him to the very intensive (in his eyes) task of driving. The mushroom would just make another quiet sound of acknowledgement and then they'd go back to the quiet of--

The quiet of... more talking?

The wildly confusing flip flopping was the same as before. This was just who he was, An Zhe supposed.]]

To... staying in different places?