Ritsuka's bar for standards lies somewhere in the Mariana Trench and somehow people still manage to dig under it, especially when it came to adults. Back home, they fell into two categories: scarily capable but evil, or kind but incompetent.

At the question, his ears perked and he tilted his head.

"It is, yeah. Are you from an Earth that has one?" he has to get used to asking that question again.