Oh. She meant -- like a literal nest, kind of.

"Yeah," he agrees, quiet. "I know."

Maybe he'd've been more open to kids if things had gone differently. If he'd been Front, or, hell, if he's really dreaming big, if the freeze hadn't happened at all.

Another memory brushes against the back of his mind: something out of a story, with princes and kings and queens. "Anybody give you shit about that?"