"It's definitely on my list of places to come back to, maybe without doing chaperone duty. Possibly back to that campsite we were at a few days ago."

Camping suited him well enough, apparently.

It had been nice and quiet, that hadn't hurt.

"Really?" Kanan grinned crookedly at that. "Some of my best nights were spent around a campfire, just talking with friends."

... He would also leave out that the worst night of his life had also begun around a campfire. Not relevant to the conversation, that.

"There weren't exactly hotel rooms for us to hole up in during the war." And there certainly weren't many in the years to follow. "I can camp just fine when the need arises."

"Spend a few years just aimlessly wandering the galaxy, you get used to sleeping wherever you can, now and then," Kanan replied with a shrug. "You pick up a few odd skills that way."

A few. Camping, funnily enough, he'd had before the whole 'space drifter' career move.

"It's really not for everyone," Kanan admitted with a shrug. "It's more a useful life skill, after a certain point. I still prefer sleeping indoors with a roof and heat."

"It'd definitely be more comfortable," Kanan agreed. "But what I'd be coming back for is a winter thing, so I hear."

He glanced... toward the ceiling for a moment. Because it was kind of in the way of the sky.

"... What?"

He'd missed that conversation, Sabine. And now you were getting a puzzled look.

"That's a hell of a lot of ceiling," Kanan noted, smirking faintly. "Have you got that much paint?"

... Note how this was not a 'no.' And how between the ceiling and the Christmas Stance already on the wall, he was going to end up with a very wintry warehouse, there.

Kanan looked thoughtful for a few moments more.

"Hm. Fair enough," he mused. "I'd want to pay, since that's no small amount of work, but a project like that might need to go on hold for a while."

Since most of his money seemed to be going toward a wee baby rebellion, and all.

"Tell you what, I'll keep it in mind," Kanan replied, smiling and shrugging. "I'm not in any particular hurry if you've got other projects in mind elsewhere or don't have the supplies on hand anyway."

Besides, he wasn't exactly great at decorating his spaces in the first place.

His room on the Ghost was...

Well. It was certainly a room with a bed in it, anyway.

"I noticed the scrapyard is more colorful than it has been," Kanan noted. "Any big plans for that, or are you just painting as the muse strikes you?"

"Makes sense," Kanan replied. "You've got higher standards for things that aren't for yourself?"

He still didn't entirely get art, but at least he could appreciate having personal standards.

Kanan nodded a little. Okay, he thought maybe he could understand that.

"Public is for speaking, not for sharing," he offered.