[She's still thinking about the layout of her residence in this new and comfortable world, where she can put flowers, the best places for light exposure or shade depending on what's needed, the number of windows she can use, and so on. He speaks and at first, Aerith isn't quite sure she's heard him right.

Did... Did he just offer her the use of his place, too? In addition to her own? It's not like her place is filled with much, honestly. She hasn't been in Camelot for very long, after all.

She looks up from one of the pre-made beds, a cute little trio of planters in porcelain, and as she looks over to Somnus, she raises her eyebrows. He doesn't strike her as the sort to crack jokes. She can only assume that he's being serious.

Aerith laughs, though it's a bit soft. Incredulous almost.]

Oh, that's not necessary. You should be filling your home with things you like, not with things I like.

[But it's such a kind thought. So kind, so selfless, so overwhelmingly charitable from a man she would not have defined necessarily as charitable. But then, maybe it's just his way of showing her that he's more than a brooding, pensive individual.]

I should have space in mine. Although I guess if I plan to open up a shop eventually I'd probably need more. I might end up taking your offer anyway, but let's hope it doesn't come to that. If you really left it up to me, I'd probably drown you in flowers.