"Um. Don't know about you, my dude, but I'm really into it not being trapped in a creepy forest with a bunch of losers and all the magic shut off." Taako keeps most things to himself. (Like not being able to stop seeing every possible house through everyone else's eyes. Mags would dig that weird bit of woodwork, or maybe make fun of it. Merle could fit a garden there. That bedroom's far enough from his that Lup could keep her boytoy around and not weird him out with the noise. It'd probably be easier to cope with being alone if he could stop reminding himself.) But there's a certain power in owning shit out loud. Not being able to call out obvious shit moves the social awkwardness to other people.

"Besides that, uh, like, I kinda always wanted a kitchen island. I don't know, what the fuck do people do in houses?" Greedy as he is, it's an acquisitive thing. It's the getting, not the having. He hasn't lived in a house as such since he was a kid, and he has no interest for its own sake. Weird as it got toward the end there, he'd rather be back in his dorm at the Bureau than the nicest house here.