[ Kiss, kiss it is, soft and easy, and then following her inside, heading towards the kitchenette to settle the food he's brought. ]

You know, if you get in touch with people making scented... things here, you could make a killing, letting them reproduce smells from home.

[ Easy, light. But also slightly nostalgic, even from him. Pine. He hasn't smelled pine in a very long time. Pine and snow, and mud. Somehow, even that combination wouldn't be too unwelcome, of a sudden. ]