"My house in Haven was smaller, too. Ren insisted the most, though- think he always did want something grander for us... But I love him all the same. Extravagant asshole that he is."

It's said with much affection, and his eyes turn a soft pink before fading back to fuchsia.

"If you were over. Not everyone needed me to make 'em a meal. But if someone turned up, I wasn't about to turn anyone away, either. We had big community meals a lot too, though. ... Everyone was family, yeah. That's what I wanted for the Grove. New beginnings, new opportunity, and heart in every hearth."

A pause.

"Hm? Yeah. Haven had all sorts of folks, son- had you, after all."