Sam smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling in happiness. He hasn't talked of home - really talked of home - in a long while, and to his pleasant surprise, he's actually enjoying thinking of the people and places he hasn't seen in so long. Perhaps it's the fact that Araceli misses her home, too, and yet doesn't seem to regret being here. Perhaps it's her obvious and genuine interest in the Shire, or the fox now curled up contentedly between their feet.

"There are some hobbits that nearly have to be rolled!" he admits, lighthearted. "But we do well enough; and what's the use of living in the midst of farms and fields and letting all of their riches go to waste? But I'm sure your own home has riches aplenty of its own. What - what does it look like, the sea?"