[ His notes rest on his knee and Ariadne's elbow rests on her own and there's a certain kind of symmetry there but Yusuf only notices it in passing, his attention more on Ariadne's thought process. He could get into the politics of it- because even in the underground, politics still manage to muddy things up- but that's a long story for an entirely different day. With Ariadne following barely a step behind, he doesn't have time to anyhow. ]

We are creatures of comfort, this is true. [ Apologies were never exchanged for that; it hadn't seemed important in the light of Robert Fischer's inception and after they'd all come back, miraculously alive and in-tact, it had seemed superfluous. Likely he'll never live that down, but perhaps that is a good thing. Perhaps it will save them all some trouble in the long run. ]

There aren't any specifics just yet, but I believe an arcade setting is the ultimate goal. Setting up a legitimate shop in the city would be, well, simple, if marketed correctly. [ Yusuf's fingers flip the edges of his notebook; Ariadne's lotion a different but not in any way intolerable scent in his room. ] What do you think?