[Jennifer listens, quiet and attentive, a little smile on her face as she tries to imagine it.] It sounds very nice, and not too unlike where I'm from. It rains all the time and seems cold and grey... But it's home.

[She tilts her head curiously.] Do you make art pieces as well? [Since he mentioned it and all. But even as she says it she has a feeling it can't be true--he definitely doesn't look like an artist of any kind, and she looks embarrassed.]

Well-- No, I suppose not...