Strange leans back in the chair slightly, letting himself get wrapped up in wild dreams of domesticity. When was the last time he thought about things like this? It had to be a while back, before Arabella died. It's refreshing.

"But if we had a winter home, think of how better the hot springs would feel. Travel would be a pain, but I could figure out a way to lessen the journey." Somehow. Maybe. Don't ask him how he'd do that, this is just pure ego speaking.