This week, Our Shopping Hero buys a house online and pats himself on the back over its affordability, having missed the “assembly required” line in the description. Fortunately, the gods of sheer coincidence send Our Blue Furry-Boobed First Catgirl his way with her minions, and they spend a month inserting tab A into slot B. In a surprising oversight, she isn’t shown giving him an overnight cuddle during the montage. Then he spends another month adding finishing touches before moving out of The Full-Service Inn without giving His Convenient Pillow Gal more than a quick wave goodbye.

Which is fine, because accidentally rescuing a forest cat from hostile dog-people improves his standing even higher with Blue, who rewards his cat-care with overnight cat-service. (now, as for how he somehow permanently scared off a band of experienced dog-people hunters with unaimed slingshot fire and a backhoe, we’re just going to pretend that worked because protagonist)

When he closes his item stall for a few more days to dig a well, Our Bouncy Blonde Merchant’s Daughter comes looking for him. Alone, with no guards, escort, or maid. Completely by accident, she shows up at his place after the city gates have closed for the night, and expresses a willingness to “platonically” share a bed with him, as wealthy merchant’s daughters often do (ahem). But first, she spots his bath, leading to our first real fan-service shot of the series as she climbs in naked.

Never mind that his house is protected by nothing more than a white picket fence and a slingshot, and he’s already had half a dozen dog-people try to murder him just for trying to live in the forest, and now he’s got a hot chick bathing outdoors at night. Afterwards, he chickens out on Her Very Obvious Offer after sketching her like one of his French girls, buys a second bed, and pretends to be asleep when she checks to see if he’s really not gonna go for it. Based on previous events, I disbelieve this entire scene.

She makes arrangements to frequently visit and spend the night, finally hitting him over the head with a naked clue-by-four to get her points across. He turns her down again, right before she leaves town for a month-long trading trip. I disbelieve this entire scene.

Oh, and what has Our Forlorn Future Daughter been up to for the past three months or so? Being kicked around by bandit slavers while being extremely grateful none of them are lolicons.

Verdict: it’s a good thing this show has plenty of cute gals, because the story is a ridiculous series of handwaves and coincidences that makes my head hurt. Even the growing realization that he’s not the only one who’s crossed over from Japan and started “inventing” things doesn’t count as a plot yet. Well, at least they’re not shouting all the time, so that’s one headache I’m spared.

(not the correct bouncy blonde, but equivalent in quality)

🎶 Raindrops keep fallin’ from my hood 🎶

Last night, something happened that I had never seen even once in my life.

I was making a quick stir-fry for dinner when suddenly a stream of water poured out of my range hood, narrowly missing the skillet. While my brain was still waking up to the concept, it happened again. Dinner was done, so I moved the skillet far away and watched as it happened several more times. WTF?

Oh, right: the night before, we’d had a small amount of very fine snow combined with strong winds that must have gotten into the exhaust on the roof, and I hadn’t used the range since. Once I started cooking, the warm air went up and melted it. My hood has a permanent filter made of stainless steel baffles, and the water pooled up until it found the lowest spot and poured out.

(picture is unrelated, but squeaky clean!)

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