"I thought it might appeal to you," Poe admitted, his smile turning warm as Finn pulled away. "My parents built it after the war. Spent so much of their lives fighting for peace that they wanted to live it, too. So. Figured you deserved a bit of that peace."

He put his hands on his hips, surveying the grounds. "Though it's going to take a lot of work. Swear I saw some vines breaking into my old bedroom." A pause. "Though I guess it makes more sense to stay in my parent's bedroom." That would be weird at first.