"Make a start on it at least, sure."

He nods.

"Not something you fix quickly, yeah."

He watches out the window for a moment.

"...you could probably kill me whenever you wanted, huh?"

If there's any negative sentiment there it's balanced exactly by the positive. It's just...an observation.

"Yup." She's also pretty casual about it. "If I wanted to, which I don't."

"Well, I'm glad I'm not gonna die."

More or less.

"Daisy would be so upset at me."

"Huh? For what?"

"She likes you? She is subtle about it sometimes but I thought that breakfast was pretty clear."

"Oh. Right. If you theoretically murdered me. I thought you meant 'for talking about theoretically murdering me', which was weird."

"Ah. No, if I upset you talking about it she'd be a little annoyed, probably, but I was pretty sure you wouldn't be."

"Honestly, yeah. Even if I was I'd bottle all that shit up for later."

"Mmhmm."

He corrects the course of the ship slightly. "Way faster than a speeder" is great for over-land travel until you get a few degrees off and end up miles from your intended destination.

Time for an awkward silence of indeterminate length.

"Is there anything else you'd like to do while you're here?"

"I don't know."

He thinks about the calligraphy. He remembers the decoration of the house.

"...maybe make some art that isn't on my skin forever?"

"Sure. Like what?"

"Maybe sculpture. I've never really done the 3D thing before."

"Cool. Something little you can bring with you, or are you thinking you'll leave an installation someplace?"

"...okay, I was thinking little, but I changed my mind."

"You could do both, too."

He nods.

"...there's something else I want to do too, I think. I'll show you when we get back."

"Okay. There's the turnoff coming up," she points.

He takes the turnoff, and as soon as the house is in sight he starts to land the ship.

"Hold the stuff in the back?"

"Mmhmm." She goes back to do that.

When they've landed (fairly close to the house, but not dangerously so -- he's proud of himself), he leaves the cockpit and immediately jumps up on his desk.

"You can't tell anyone I have this..."

He reaches up for a panel on the ceiling, and with a little wiggling, has it open.

She watches, amused.