Tatami mats...? *He's never heard of those before. He knows what a mat is, but tatami...? Not like it's that important; he's sure it wouldn't be difficult to figure out what to do with them, from her little description there. He follows her to the room, looking inside as hinted... and pauses.*

*Firstly, it's only a little smaller than his actual bedroom, in his quarters back in his own world, and thus much bigger than the little bedroom in the quarters the government gave them; he could probably stretch his wings out fully if he wanted to, albeit perhaps one at a time. And it's not on the eleventh floor, which was something he'd never thought he'd be quite so particularly concerned about, before. The house didn't seem to go above two stories, perhaps three, if he'd mis-judged, and three wasn't anywhere near as bad as eleven. There was space for--*

*Wait, did she say--*

...

*She-- those items over there on display, on the shelf and in the back? Curiosity was already getting the better of him again.*

Those are antiques? ....How old are they, if I might ask?

*What was it humans considered "antique" here, exactly?*

((I'm sorry, I'm laughing so hard here already....))