[There's a momentary shift in Jill when Clive mentions Metia. A held breath. A slightly longer exhale. A reassertion of a different kind of uncertainty than the one she'd expressed regarding furniture. Her hold on his waist tightens ever slightly at the reminder of how fortunate she is to have him here by her side. It's a brief little thing, though, and soon she's relaxing back into the gentle timbre of his voice and the image he paints of a happiness that's eluded the three of them for far too long.]

Mm, and on pleasant nights we can fall asleep under the stars and wake up with the sun to make breakfast.

[A pause. Then, she looks over to him again, her smile shifting ever further into something playful.]

For us and for our... potatoes with legs as well. Whatever they're good for won't matter. They'll live free on our land, won't they?

[Jill can't quite picture the critters Clive speaks of, but she can see the two of them spending their days out in wide fields of green, in service of simpler needs than those they had to meet at the Hideaway. It's a sight that grows ever clearer as they emerge from the woods, and Jill lets her own imagination bloom.]

Maybe you can introduce me to them tomorrow. Then I can show you overalls if you've not discovered them yet. When I saw them, I couldn't shake the image of you wearing them with nothing underneath. After all the battles we've fought, I never thought I'd want to see us caked in dirt and glistening with sweat again, but here, all it has to mean is that we'll take a longer bath at the end of the day. That should suit us both quite well.

[Being out here suits them in general, she thinks. Everything is so peaceful, so fresh, so alive and thriving. All around them are small farm cottages on plots as small as an acre and as large as five, and Jill can see them starting a life in any one of them. She feels spoiled for choice. Too spoiled. So she asks:]

Which one first?