The shinigami's taunt fell on deaf ears as Dan slowly opened his eyes, only aware that a gentle voice had said something. When he saw her and the morning light streaming through the window, his situation occurred to him and he sprung out of bed in a happy and well-rested state. He gave Hagetaka an exuberant smile as he went over to the corner of the room to put some pants on. "Morning, Taka. What's for breakfast?" Whatever she tells him, he responds with a pleased nod and heads downstairs to sit at the table. To Dapper Dan, there was nothing quite like your first night in a warm bed after a long wasteland expedition. He always woke up the next morning feeling ten years younger, if it could be said he truly feels his age in the first place.<br/>On his way downstairs, he saw Mai grumbling about something. Her capacity to complain was a matter of some intrigue to him, as the smartboys said she shouldn't have any personality beyond that of a computer. Then again, there were times when he could have sworn the jury-rigged computer up in his office was groaning and slowing to a halt in protest of whatever important work he was trying to get done at the time. Regardless of the personality's origin, instinct and curiosity got the better of him. Still as chipper as could be, he turned to Mai on his way to the dining room. "What's up, Mai? Is there a problem?" Whether or not she decides to share her feelings at the moment, he replies, "Oh, ok. We can talk about it later then. Can't let breakfast get cold."<br/>Finally, the dining room was reached. Being a Japanese castle, it was originally fitted with a kneeling table and many cushions. That didn't really suit Dan's modern style, though, so he had some legs bolted to the bottom of the table and attached the cushions to some old barstools. His, of course, having a lavishly constructed back with 'Dapper Dan' etched into the polished steel. The grand dining chair was one of his favorite possessions. It gave him a feel of authority at meetings and feasts. But this was no feast. This was an ordinary breakfast, and a well-made one at that. After scarfing the food down as one does in the morning's first hunger, he thanked Miyako kindly and rubbed his chin as though in deep thought. "Hmmm, it's pretty much my day off... Does anyone want to do anything?"