She smiles at his laughter, but the explanation makes her speak softly. 'No, I hear you. I do. I'm fortunate enough to have two homes. My ship's one, and I miss that so bad I could probably write poetry even about the questionable food and my cupboard of a cabin, but the other - I was like your sister. Got out fast. Now it's-' Four standard years. Five? Tayrey doesn't even know any longer. 'So long since I've been there, all the reasons I had for leaving seem like nothing, you know? I just want to see the people there again.'

This is getting decidedly sentimental and that is not a good thing. Not when it's about Cardalek and her father and all the things she needs to put in a precious little mental box and stop dwelling on if she's going to appreciate what she has here.

'Crabapple Cove does sound nice. You're doing the tourism board proud. I'd visit if I could. I think I'd like the cranberries. Maybe even the poetry.'