"Trying to make this feel like home," he says, looking around them at the park and raising his eyebrows slightly. "How literal are you meaning, here?" he asks, turning back to her with the same, eyebrows-raised expression. "London? Bexley? Or...?" He raises a hand and gestures to the greenery just beyond them.

It's obvious that he's not from around there himself. His accent is Irish through and through, nothing like the local flavor, despite having spent near a decade in the area now. He knows what it's like to uproot yourself somewhere new, to have to try and make it feel like your home even when it isn't. He's not sure whether that's what she's getting at, though. He'll just have to find out, he supposes.