It doesn't escape Dan's notice that Miguel retreats into a bit of a reverie. Fireplaces and gentle conversation do that to people. Dan could get lost in the arrhythmic crackle of the fire and the way it blots his vision with a pleasant darkness and distortion. Way back, long before Dan's time period, even longer before Miguel's, fire was a beacon of safety in the dark, a spark of security in a world where everything else had claws and fangs and venom and brute strength, and maybe humans have found a hearth soothing ever since then, millennia upon millennia ago.

"I ain't never been to space." It doesn't hold a ton of appeal for Dan, even if it were a possibility. There's so much on Earth to explore that he'd never run out, and that's even before bouncing between universes. "Is it worth the travel?"

He'd be interesting in meeting alien races, at least, but Miguel hasn't said anything about that.