[Ah, he should elaborate. He's never been to Penacony, but he had heard enough things about it to give a cursory explanation.]

The Reverie Hotel offers an experience like no other. After you check in, you supposedly are then transported to a collective dream to enjoy all the indulgences that Penacony has to offer.

[Maybe one day he will experience it, but he thinks after the Golden Peacock he might have had his share of resort hotels for a few centuries.

Dad jokes land well with him; her dream joke does get a laugh out of him, his shoulders shaking with it. Since he has one hand free, and they're waiting for their food, he settles it on the table near her, palm up in offer. Look, she's earned a hand hold.]

Too busy. There was a crisis and an emerging military threat for me to attend to. Duty is the death of fun. I suppose I needed this, though.