They're more constant than most things, yeah. They're wonderful, Pavel.

[She wishes she could take them home with her, if she ever did go back. She'd want to take a lot with her—people to visit, now that the war is over. She doesn't know what she'd do if faced with the option of going home, anymore, and that's... well.]

Remind me when your birthday comes along, alright? I'd like the time to think of something half as clever for you.