She won't tell him that that's a major part of what keeps drawing her back, that it reminds her of Sensei Ryūō. Melinoë feels incredibly lonely in that moment, saddened by the fact that this place hasn't yet kidnapped? borrowed? anyone from her own pantheon.

Crouching to being gathering mushrooms into her dress, Mel agrees, "I agree. Which then makes me wonder if this isn't some parallel Japan or if it's just one of those instances where this world took pieces of it from a Japan."

There's a barely visible shrug that follows. "Has anything from your home shown up here?"