Oh he was home. When this country were not being under attack and Zhuge Liang was not needed - which was most of the time - he always found ways to keep himself busy. Lately he had been composing a song for a while, talking to the janitor about solvent components in cleaning products, and right now he was assessing the feng shui in his office and rearranging a few things.
He had finished raking a circle around the stone in his zen garden when he heard Alyssa's voice, and he glanced up and smiled before setting the little wooden rake down.
"Not yet, no," he replied as he approached, leaning against the open door.