Zemi: Not too shabby, Klu? *walks over to the couch and flops down on it like he already owns it*

KY: *speaks awkwardly* I’m glad you’re pleased, Father… *walks into the little kitchen area* I’m famished. *reaches for a piece of bread from the little pantry box* Would you care for something to eat?

Zemi: No… that’s not necessary.

KY: *looks at Zemi, putting together a sandwich* You’re kidding… they barely left me crusts of bread in the dank hole.

Zemi: I don’t require matter… in order to sustain myself.

KY: Oh… Then what do you require?

Zemi: *motions to the window* Light… Sunlight. Starlight. Moonlight. It is what I am.

KY: : . *comes over and sits down, blinks for a moment… then starts to eat the sandwich*