I get that. The only place I call 'home' is an airship that hops from place to place all the time. There's somethin' to be said for--

[...Red's left staring, immobilized, bone nearly falling out of his mouth as she lifts up the kettle by her tail. He even glances back to his own and gives it a quick swish side-to-side... nope, not even close.]

How long'd it take you to perfect that trick??