“…Oh. D’you, like, need a bed or something? You could stay here, we could put a bed in the church or somewhere, or we could make you a guest tent. But I guess you probably have a bed and a base by now, huh.”

"I totally have a base! And a bed! It's just not here and it would be weird to have a bed in a place without a name that noone else calls home."

“Well. It’s weird for me too. So you could stay with me. If you wanted.”

"Does that make it a home for you? I know you've been staying... very firm... about L'Manberg, but."

“…I can have more than one home. Like how I had my normal home and then my holiday home. But my holiday home got destroyed and now I’m on holiday somewhere else so I guess this is my new holiday home. —And my home’s not even in L’Manberg, it’s an embassy.”

"I'm pretty sure that your old home got given to Connor. Since you won't be needing it any more."

“Connor steals my house all the time, it doesn’t mean shit. I’ll just take it back.”

"Well. Maybe this one should be just as good, is all. Maybe better."

“Well, everything I make is perfect, so that’ll be easy.”

"That's the spirit! Let's make this house a home!"

“Yeah! And maybe if I make something nice then people will come visit?”

Her smile falters. "Maybe."

"They'll visit you too. Fuckin'... Sapnap or whoever."

She snorts. "I can visit Sapnap and George whenever I want, Tommy. I wasn't exiled."

"Well you sure are hanging out here a lot for someone who wasn't exiled."

"Gotta take care of my Big Man."

“Big Man can take care of himself. Not that I’m saying no to company.”

She smiles and starts placing cobble.

Tommy: still not much of a builder. He does his best, but it doesn’t exactly look good. 

She fills in the holes, occasionally with a redder block that's quickly covered. Even Tommy's builds can look nice smoothed out.

And he has chests now, which is an upgrade from  previously, when he didn’t. 

She peeks inside.

There’s not much in there. Dirt, logs, planks, and cobblestone are the only things that there’s a stack of. There’s some iron and some miscellaneous items: three ink sacs, golden horse armor, two wheat, two bones, a piece of string, half a stack of rotten flesh, five redstone, four gunpowder, a flint. 

She replaces the flint with a sponge and the gunpowder with four concrete powder.

“I’m bored,” Tommy announces. “I hate building. We should do something else.”