"I think I like that you can't retain it so easily. Leaves me something to impress you with, and my ego might be too delicate for you to be good at everything." He is of course grinning as he says it.

To the question he shakes his head slightly, grin softening. "You always feel like home, love." Not the familiar foods and aesthetics from his childhood kind. The kind that makes him feel at once safe and rooted while also wanting to be the best man he can be, to shake at the things that aren't serving him anymore. "It's entirely up to you."