Could anyone, even the owner of a rubbish heap like this farmhouse, take offense to someone calling it what it was? No one was that delusional. Or they shouldn't be.

"It is not," Regulus confirmed. "I'm just the individual lucky enough to hear your glowing praise of it."

He smirked again, just amused. One more dissatisfied inhabitant, that seemed to be the only thing that united everyone under this roof.

"I take it you don't want a grand tour? The kitchen is this way if you want to try out what passes for tea on this world."