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"Sure! Send 'em to that lake up yonder. I'll probably be hangin' 'round there quite a bit." 

The truth of it was: he wasn't entirely sure where he would be in a few months, but he also knew the likelihood of her meeting any of his family was very, very slim. He knew they were out there, somewhere, but he could never really be sure where. He also wasn't entirely comfortable with telling her the location of his home, not that it actually mattered. 

Marcello lent her a warm smile. He didn't catch the blush beneath her soft gold fur, but she was obviously appreciative of his offer. He waved his tail and looked up towards the aforementioned lake. "You probably got better things to do than chat with some rando, so I'm gonna keep on goin'; grab some grub, and whatnot. See ya soon, Ambrosia?" He ended it on a hopeful note. She was kind, and he wouldn't say no to a friend in these parts.