[ It's an unnoteworthy thing, bound in aged leather and paper softened from time. But Yi Sang keeps it close, jotting down a list of everyone's favorite items ever since he'd learned the company did not maintain such information. By maintaining that list, he would know how to best lift people's spirits when conflict arose, when sparks began to fly amongst everyone --

He's not sure whether he could piece himself back together if that ever happened again.

So he nods, writing down Altria's name. Underneath, he adds "chocolate" and "spending time with one's companions." He leaves plenty of room underneath those two lines, prepared to add more to Altria's list as time wears on.

His penmanship is neat, though he's prone to leave serifs hanging onto the edge of each letter.

Yi Sang shifts his attention from the paper to Altria. What does he enjoy...? ]

I...

[ It doesn't take much. So long as he's able to make those around him smile, to lift the burdens on their shoulders, that's plenty for him. It's more than enough. But Altria's question, he thinks, deserves a concrete answer. He tilts his head up to the darkening sky where the brightest stars cut through the lamplight over the pair. ]

I enjoy seeing the stars. The open sky was difficult for me to view in the past, so I never tire of witnessing them now.

[ Back then, the smog of smokestacks cast a thick shroud over the night sky. ]