Staying over at Jango's houseboat even when they weren't having sex, and just to spend that much more time with him was becoming normal for Kairi. She enjoyed his company, and being with him, physical attachments aside, she really did like Jango. It had become so normal for her to stay at his place, neither of them minding her presence, as though she belonged there to live. Those thoughts crossed her mind occasionally, about how often she was here it really almost was like she lived here. And then those thoughts lead to her thinking about her living space current and future - where would she be in the future? Come summers end, would she remain here? She didn't have anything in particular holding her to the mainland, and she felt more at home and comfortable living here on the island than she ever had back on the mainland. After the first day here for the vacation and adjusting to the surroundings, she hardly felt like a tourist, even if she didn't know the island as well as those native to living here.<br/><br/>But the thought of the future, and potentially having to leave this place scarred her. She wasn't sure what she would have to do...she wanted to stay, but she also wasn't sure. Restarting her whole life in a new place was a bit uneasy and worrisome, even if she already had people here she knew that would help her with the move and adjusting to permanently living here, like Jango, and probably a few others from the tribe as well. Even still....the thought of the unsure future worried her, so she always tried to brush it off from her mind, to the back to be forgotten and thought about another time, when it would be more necessary.<br/><br/>The next morning, Kairi woke up to the smell of food filling the small space of the houseboat. She tiredly rolled over onto her back, yawning as she rubbed a hand over her face and eyes to wake herself up a bit more, curiously smelling the air and trying to figure out what he was making. While Jango was on his second batch of un-burned pancakes, the lingering scent of the burnt ones remained in the air, causing her to smile a bit in curiosity, wondering if Jango could cook. Though he seemed to be attempting it, so maybe he could. Slipping out of bed, she pulled on a pair of underwear and stole one of Jango's t-shirts which fit oversized on her, the hem falling to just barely cover her butt as she walked out to the kitchen area "I didn't know you could cook" she commented curiously as she hugged him from behind lightly.