"Sitting means working. She works a lot." He clarifies, not entirely knowing how to elaborate further on that idea. On multiple occasions he'd brought her food only to find it stone cold and untouched a few hours later.

"Don't know how to make her stop." He admits, unfortunately. She seemed to enjoy her work and was quite literally cabled in place most of the time so she couldn't just be carried away. As he does, he's lifting a preposterously-sized watermelon onto the table. He cuts into it with a knife, resulting in the wafting scent of fresh kimchi emitting from the inside as the vivid red flesh inside is revealed.