Aw, you'd hardly hafta do anything. She'd love you. You'd just keep your manners up, and you'd be just fine, so long as you wouldn't mind her kinda fussing over you. It's what she does.

[He smiles, and if a little bit of it's sad, its warmth overwhelms any melancholy that comes from missing his family.]

I wish you could meet her. Just not in this place.