"Well, keep your nose clean a while-- preferably without hitting the hardware store-- and maybe the Noctian government will find a use for your talents."

Really, whatever he ends up doing-- if he does anything-- it's going to be for his own sanity and amusement, she's not worried about his paying the bills. Even if he doesn't end up embracing the local culture, which she definitely isn't going to think about or wonder about or secretly agonize about when they're apart. It's Fine.

"Come on, let's find your frying pan."