[Vex is a true friend. She will protect Taryon from the insult to the art of wine-making that she unfortunately discovered.

He finds small comfort in knowing the Briarwoods aren't here - Percival is safe from those people.]

You have a castle? Why didn't you tell me in the first place? Of course I'd love to go there! [The flowers remind him of the magic that stone buildings hold: straight from the era of myth, cornerstones of fantasy novels.] You must be living in style out here in...whatever this place is called.

[He really doesn't want to live in a tree. He hopes that most people don't live in trees here.]

Huh. I guess I should say hi to them. Do you think you can also invite them to dinner?