[Well damn, now he has to try— no, no, it's good to hear. That's the kind of thing that gets him out of his head, so - even if he's not too sure about that! - he'll try. Whatever trying looks like; he hopes it involves sleeping on fewer storage room floors. He's had enough of that, and he's done plenty of disappointing things to meet some imaginary quota, so-]

Okay.

[Okay, he will try. And thanks. And ah, yes, the list, the really critically important thing. Junpei holds up fingers for each item:]

Beer's first, then spaghetti, then ghost armor. [The ones they've actually talked about, except that he was serious about trying to kill a plate of spaghetti or however it would need to be done. If time travel is real, why not the ghost of al dentes past?

And one more,] Then an mp3 player or something, unless you're about to pull one of those out of your magic pockets too.