She notes, as they reach the place, that he's traded one temporary quarters situation for another. But she doesn't say anything; as much as she's tried to encourage--and subscribes to herself--the idea that settling in isn't the same as giving up and doesn't mean you let the city win, she knows he had a harder time with that idea than she has. She's not about to call him out on it. He'll come around or he won't, in his own time and on his own terms, and that's that.

"I think this might actually be bigger than my place," she says, grinning, turning to face him. "That's the only way I can afford a place so close to the harbor, is renting such a tiny spot. So. Where do you keep the glasses? Or am I showing you the depth of my classy rearing and doing this straight out of the bottle?"