"He's not told me much of you, either. Other than you are a tree." He stirs the noodles a bit, absent.

"Everglade.... reminds me of home, actually. It's very close to how I recall my own home being for the longest time. Fog and all." There's a soft, weak laugh attached to that. "I really should move out, there's no point in being stubborn and sticking around. I can't move the subgate though, and that is where I live there. If I could just pick up the entire thing and push it somewhere else, I'd do it in a heartbeat."