[Oh my god there's more of these places. The world is so big.]

What sort of things...? [Ffff oh man. Walter leans back and looks up, still grinning like he's overwhelmed, and scratches his head.] ...Damn, but I've not the faintest. [That feeling of inexperience has been coming to him more and more often lately, every time he stops and remembers that his life before this was first work, then avoiding one kind of work with other kinds of work, then fighting for an overall purpose he didn't entirely understand, and nothing much beyond that. Where does he even start here? It's not a pleasant reminder, but now that his options are limitless, it's more bittersweet than disheartening.] Name something! I don't know, what do you people do in a spare hour? I've a lot of those.

[Back home, he'd take the chance to nap or some other form of doing nothing, but that seems so lacking now.]