[ It's her home, her pride, her joy, and she hopes very much that in due time, Satoru will come to think of it as such, too. That he may lay his burdens to rest here not as a guest would for a more spell or two, but as a Heartleaf would for a homecoming. That he might grow to love and care for and make his own mark here, too, just as Sumina hopes to over the course of her life, in ways both little and large.

And all starts with this, his first time walking in the inn's beloved halls. She's eager to continue showing him around, and so she nods firmly, and takes his hand in hers once more, already tugging him back through the kitchen door to re-enter the tavern. ]

The pantry was in that door we passed just by the kitchen's entrance, but let's keep going, hm? Let's walk through the guest halls, first! And you can always stop me to ask questions. Okay, honey?

[ Crossing over the foyer they go, where Sumina makes a quick stop to take a room key, and then she leads them down a hallway with doors that lead ostensibly into guest rooms; the walls here, much like the walls surrounding the concierge, are absolutely adorned with little keepsakes and souvenirs that Sumina's family and their adventuring friends and guests have brought back over the years. Nothing too fancy or magical, here, but certainly eye-catching. A strange mask here, an oddly-shaped plate there, a mysterious portrait, a weird spoon. Anything and everything. ]

These are all keepsakes my family or their friends have brought back from adventures. Maybe you can see why I'm always so eager to hang on to every little thing I find?

[ It runs in the family... It's almost like they have a dragon for an ancestor and are prone to hoarding things— ]