His expression turns gently wistful. "That sounds kind of like paradise, honestly."

Growing up, he couldn't wait to leave his quiet little village on the edge of the forest, yearning for the bustle and bombast of Cathmoíra. He'll never regret moving to the city and becoming a knight, but he misses that steady, solid tranquillity.

"Especially with these. Who taught you to cook?" As he asks, he gestures for Tempus (who has already gobbled down that second piece of jerky) to step back a bit, so he can lead Maggie to the drawing room.