[ Miles relaxes into an animated patter. He clearly loves his home, even when he points out the spots where he's fallen and broken his bones, and is quick to tell stories about everything he's done here. Home, home, home is the underlying refrain. He hopes it will invite Mark to think of it in the same light.

When Mark eats his last pastry, Miles offers him one his own. And keeps talking. ]

I guess we're not in as grand a style as some of the other Vor, but it's beautifully rustic. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else.