[Byleth had taken the entire strange scenario well in stride, once he had confirmed that his home was still standing and now occupied with even more fluffy cats for him to fuss over. Of course, time had taken a weathering hand to his fish treasures, and it prompted a very long, intensive chore in picking through what was salvagable and what had to be thrown away or recycled, if able.

So, when Yuri tossed out his invitation, Byleth looked up from where he'd been intensely examining a fish-patterned blanket for any signs of rot, mould or evidence of moth infestation.]

...oh, you noticed that, did you?

[Slowly, Byleth set aside the blanket, his expression faintly thoughtful.]

I admit I'm curious to see how much it's changed. My favourite bookstore is still down there...

[Er, provided it's still in business after a century.]