Meanwhile, all Jae-Ha can do is laugh. Which is something else, considering the dip his mood had taken today (which also could go for simply being trapped in Marina as a whole). That wasn't to say that he hasn't been (fully) enjoying himself over the past day, as it was far too difficult to deny the beauty and relaxation this place brought on, but there's something to Kija's actions and words which got to him, anyway.
"It's not exactly an invention, you know," he played back. "It isn't the same as all of that other stuff and the convenience they offer." Such as the stove or oven for example. Cooked food isn't a revelation, but the manner of doing so using those appliances made it so easy.
". . .But I know what you mean." Unlike Kija, he was more accustomed to not having a bed. Not some fluffy and soft one at least. While still chained up he slept on a wicker mat with only a this blanket. It was much nicer on the ship, at least in his opinion, but still no honest to goodness bed.
Which was why he followed suit. Flopping down on his back, he stretched out his arms above him before folding them behind his head.