She chuckles softly, affectionately. "I remember. New York, yes?" Could she see herself there? It's easier than Fillory, anyway. Living in the beating heart of capitalism, but with somebody who has almost no use for money... It's certainly a thought. It's one she's had a few times since things started getting serious, since she started to wonder in herself what the end goal here is.

"I don't care how big the house is," she murmurs, dropping her hand to rest on his forearm, leaning her cheek into the gentle touch of his hand. "It could be just this room. What matters is me and you."