My home is the same way. It's this tropical island... and yet it's so diverse for its size. Palm trees as tall and broad as buildings, stone murals in every color, rich food you can smell for yalms... This town is so gray in comparison.

[They finally reach the door, and he pulls a key from his pocket with unusual deftness. Inside, the apartment is modern-ish and relatively spacious, with pops of art on the walls and some curiously shaped statues holding up glass tables. It's nice and toasty in here.]

The guy I'm staying with is gone right now, so you'll have to meet him later. 'Til then, make yourself at home!

[There's a huge fluffy blanket on the sofa, which he grabs and offers to Mirabel.]

Are you hungry, petal?