"Big enough for our little family," he says with a smile and a shrug, "and all to our shared taste." He chuckles, and nods acknowledgment. "I'm learning what words and sayings are no longer appropriate for this time, but 'tis a slow process, and I can point to my accent and blame the second language if I must." He's putting away beer mugs into a small icebox, so they'll be appropriately frosty. "Aye? Congratulations and blessings on your house. With the other Captain?"