[Palamedes deposits himself in one of the two kitchen chairs, leaning his elbow on the tiny table - which, also, is about half-covered in stacks books and notebooks. There's no doubt that a pair of academics live here and also don't know how to not take work home. He watches her idly - honestly, wasn't expecting her to give herself a little tour? But alright.]

Well, we do have to live here, [he says with a brief quirk of a grin, like, he would not want to live in an empty underground room. That would be bleak.] I know it's not exactly standard living for most people. It's served us well.

[The only reason he'd move out would be if they ran out of book space, honestly... Which, given the state of things, might happen sooner rather than later. It's fine.]

Thank you, though. I'm not much of a homemaker. Back home quarters were assigned, so you could say all of this- [a little gesture, the place,] -is guesswork.