Huaisang always has something better. His house is very well-stocked with alcohol, even though he still has a lot of disdain for the quality of liquor available in this uncivilized backwater. Futuristic technology though it might have, the tea and alcohol can simply not compare to his usual standards.

He understands what Angelo means regarding choices and resignation, but he makes no comment on the topic. He doesn't want to remember his own realities of war.

"No plans in particular. Back home to work on my painting. Have fun with your classmates." He says it as though he's forgotten, for the moment, that Angelo is not his son, not a normal youth, not inclined to 'fun', and this place is not encouraging of 'fun' unless it conforms to very standard values. For a moment, it's pleasant to be an ordinary inattentive mother.