[FolkMaster]

Piras was amused at how hard Han-jae had to think about this particular riddle. He thought it would be a rather easy one. "That's it!" When Han-jae told his joke, Piras laughed so hard he blushed. "You come up with something more and more clever every time I see you. But why are we standing out here? Come in!" He held the man's wrist and pulled him into the room with the door sliding shut behind them. His room was modest with a queen-sized bed and white sheets. Next to it was a white table with two drawers and a white lamp with a orange-colored shade. There were two white bookshelves packed with books. A holographic screen on one wall acted as a window looking out into a forest once common in the pacific northwest. Another table, this one black, held a variety of medical supplies that were standard for all breeder.

"So, I heard your application to the breeding program was accepted and that we're a match. I don't think many breeders and soldiers actually know each other before being paired up." Piras sat in a bright green chair shaped like an egg and gestured for Han-jae to sit in its matching partner. "Do you think it will bother you, knowing me personally?"