It's not so much an issue of home, at least not in this context. It's that difference - it's a wonder that it is still there, that it is still loud enough that she can even notice it.

She shakes her head again, tapping the back of his hand dismissively.

"No, something flatter," another pause and she searches the ground, gesturing vaguely and then carefully pointing once she remembers that she's not going to be able to get it herself. "That one - and keep your wrist straight this time."

Her lips quirk again, challenging.