"Oh, um, I like it a lot better down here. I don't really like winter very much. Unfortunately, that's the only time I ever really visit."
Joaquin had never been one to appreciate cold weather. Even as a child he preferred to stay in rather than play in the snow or go sledding, and when he visited on Christmas holidays in recent years he tended to spend a lot of time wrapped up in piles of blankets. He loved the sun, and after growing up in a place where in the winter the sun disappeared for long periods of time, moving south was the best thing he'd ever done, he was sure of it, and it would take a lot to ever convince him to ever move back up there.
"Oh, a lot really. I don't really have a lot of favourites. If I'm not painting, then anything, really, but usually it's quieter stuff if I'm working on something." If he listened to anything less than peaceful when he painted, messes tended to occur. He had a habit of privately rocking out sometimes. "Uh, what about you?"