Klaus finally made it away from the girls that had been asking for headpats over and over and he was at the kitchen counter.
'Do I have some blessed hands or something?' Klaus thought to himself. There had to be some reason these women were obsessed with headpats and to test that theory, the man gave himself a headpat.
An awkward silence followed.
'I can't feel anything special.'
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, turning his back to the dining area.
'Whatever. That wasn't the main point here anyway.'
Klaus lifted the remaining slice of Mirela's birthday cake and ate it in several large bites, licking his fingers clean afterward.
'Damn, this tastes so much better than the cakes back on Earth…' Klaus thought. He rinsed the plate and dried it with a clean rag before putting it back then he turned to face the long counter.
'Right. I haven't even spun today,' Klaus realized. He pulled up the familiar translucent blue screen and looked at the three options.
「Status」
