Setting up a garden (a little garden, that is) or pens for animals were so far outside Squall's current mindset. He just needed a place to safely rest his head. Eventually, he might think about really settling in. He had some practice in the Radiant Garden Restoration Committee, but even that was more about infrastructure and buildings. Personalizing his own space was something foreign.

So was the idea of neighbors. Of all the terms he had used for the people he had lived and worked with over the years, neighbors was not even on the list. So her comment made him give a perplexed look himself as he considered things like neighbors, suburbs (what was a suburb? He hadn't been on Earth long enough for that term), and whatever that meant for his new life.

He was probably silent with his own thoughts for longer than was comfortable, but he eventually acknowledged her with a nod. "I'm...Squall. Squall Leonhart." It was still a little strange to go back to his real name, but it was a decision that came naturally at the inn. "What's a suburb?"

That was maybe not the most important question, but for all he knew, it might be! It could be a very important codeword. But if it had something to do with 'social things,' it probably wasn't that important.