"Yes, sadly I doubt my napping skills will be too marketable," Lea said with affected despondency. He sank further into the couch and draped a hand dramatically across his brow. "No one appreciates a professional napper these days."

He frowned when he noticed Riku taking his shoes off, and sat up to tug his boots off in kind. He moved back toward the door and set them down near the closet, then went to investigate the kitchen. Leaning in the ingress, he cast his eyes around the clean tiles and neat little cabinets. He grinned.

"We'll have to have Sheena over sometime," he said, "so you two can have a cook-off. I volunteer to be the judge."