[Jay watches Ai as she considers. When he isn't thinking about it, or trying to look like anything, his own expression settles into one of stillness. It's difficult to say what he thinks of her answer just by looking him.

It's a bit ... naive. But more measured than he expected. "Maybe". "Eventually". If anything, that's more likely to happen after most of them have died. But who knows? Maybe they'll hold out.]

Maybe. Maybe not. I suppose we'll just have to see, won't we? Whose theory pans out. Only time will tell.

[Jay neatly pinches off the peel of the potato in his hands, discarding it and placing the potato with the last few waiting for Ai to chop them. Since it's the last of them, he helpfully nudges the bowl closer to Ai's side of the counter.]

That's the last of them. I'll be right back. [Jay hops off of his step stool-- completely demeaning, he hates it, why was everything in this kitchen made so annoyingly tall... but at least he's not the only one who needs the help, because Ai is also standing on one-- and jingles over to where Shirou is working.]

Mr. Emiya? We're almost done with the potatoes. What vegetable would you like us to work on next?

[Good grief. Does this guy have multiple arms, or something? How on earth has he managed to make this many side dishes already??]