Oh, well, if the guy says so. Jude carries on ahead, pushing aside and holding branches, burrowed into his coats and his hair and not rolling his eyes. Staring at people for long enough usually worked better, didn't give them much to snap off at if they even got it. Simple isn't something he hasn't wished for, so he keeps his mouth shut.

Until they're on the sagging back porch of the little red house, and he catches the name of something he's heard Bodhi mention more than a few times. He wonders idly if Bodhi might come knocking tonight; maybe they can both practice their welcome speeches.

"I'm still not really sure what that is," he admits. "What's the Inner rim like?" Holding the door open with his weight, he nods the man inside. This part of the house isn't much warmer, but it's out of the wind, and the fireplace is waiting in the front room.