[This is such a river of thoughts. A constant deluge of wistful memories that Cassandra is just barely managing to absorb before some new fact comes along... Did she hear that he lived in a pineapple?]

You really miss it. [An obvious conclusion, but it bears stating.] I miss my home, too. Corona's lovely this time of year, especially in the kingdom's capital, with all the festivals and parties they like to throw, every single day.

[It's so many festivals! Too many! Even her fondness has salt laced on it.]