Cozy was, in fact, the word most frequently used to describe the Twight home. It was a home always full of light and love, and Bella had lived her entire life within the walls of the California bungalow house. It was also, for someone in the know, perhaps a dead giveaway that it had always been a house full of elementals. The elements were all well represented in nearly every room. Lots of plants and flowers for Bella (and her mother, when she had still been alive), random candles here and there for her brother's comfort when he visited, and many of the windows still left cracked for her dad's comfort. Warm, earthy tones and colors were common in the house, though her father's favorite pale yellows and blues were just as common. The art on the walls also depicted nature in all forms. And there were, of course, the birds. Bella's father had always had a soft spot for them, and the Twight family had dozens of them. Mostly just small songbirds in the house, but out back were coops and shelters for the various injured birds she and her father had a habit of taking in and nursing back to health.
Bella watched Odin, her eyes alight. "Thank you," she said. "But it's not like I can take a lot of credit for it. I've lived here my whole life. I could give you the tour, but it's not like there's a lot to see." Out of nowhere, it occurred to Bella that this might not be the best idea. What if he did want a tour? Would she show him her bedroom? Would that be weird? Would it be weirder not to? She wasn't really used to this sort of thing. The only other time she'd had a boy she was dating in the house had been Rufus, and they'd still been in high school at the time. And he'd already seen her room as they worked on their homework together.