"I mean sure, some. But I've got so many side projects going on that actual free time is kind of rare. I've been running studies where I can at one of the research labs in the Nexus trying to suss out scientifically what the hell magic is. Or at least the variety my husband uses. He's teaching me their version of pharmacology as well as their language. I'm teaching him how not to die in space....." Jim sighs after a long moment.

"And all of that's on hold until he recovers and we deal with the shit that got him injured in the first place." But at least while he's stuck recovering Jim can maybe find him something soft and cozy to lounge in. Jim's going for the door to pull it open for Matt but freezes when he feels the man grab the end of his shirt.

Another thing Matt may have a difficulty with is finding much in the way of seams. The Replicators don't have to sew anything so much as create the matter from the blueprints that have been programmed into the system. Jim waits until Matt seems to be satisfied before taking a step toward the door.

"It's structurally identical to the organic based fabrics made on Earth these days but I can't technically call it natural since it came out of the Replicator." Even a cursory glance around seems a lot more promising than the last shop they were at. Everything on display certainly seems to lean toward the warm and cozy end of the scale.