Something like that. [swinging onto the seat beside him, waving off the apology; no harm done. besides, while being so close to home -- everyone's homes -- has half the crew on edge, Bel supposes the actual Trickster probably has more than his share of homes one can't go back to.]

Someone I know puts it like this: home is where when you have to go there, they have to let you in. [sighs, reaching for a glass. it's a very Betan sentiment -- sounds nice at first blush, takes on whole new meanings when the honeymoon's over. the tone hasn't gone unnoticed, and Bel glances over at him, a silent invitation if he'd rather talk to a person than the air.]