[Ah, please don't say that, Peter. You'll make his heart break before he's even properly given reason for it...! But it shall not matter for now: he's going to treat this as he would any visit, with sleepy meals and enjoyable conversation. He's always loved visiting, always felt warmed and welcomed by the people who live in this home.

He will miss it so much.

Ignoring the relentless pull on his very soul, he pushes the thought of the ocean and it's soft waves from his mind. Not yet, he thinks. Leave me be, I must speak with my friend.]

You know I'm terribly fond of a natural firepit...! They seem even more common here in Trench than in Deerington, too.

[He settles down near the fire, basked in the lovely orange glow.]

Now! You must tell me, how are you and Luna fairing?