[ To give a full and serious answer to Lucretia's question, Cisco would need to dive into some deeply personal territory - the family that wouldn't miss him, the friends who had more or less abandoned him when he needed them most. Central City, just finishing rebuilding itself after the singularity. Caitlin and Iris's grief, Barry's guilt, his own terror over his powers and what they might mean for him and that great destiny Dr. Wells had talked about. Not to mention all the other bullshit, Earth and all its nastiness and bigotry and hatred and senseless violence.

But none of that is really a cookies-and-comics type conversation, so he gives an easier, glib answer, that is not entirely a lie. ]

Yeah, I mean. Central City was nice and all but does anybody really want Dorothy to go back to Kansas at the end of The Wizard of Oz? Hell no. No way am I gonna go back to Missouri when I could stay in full technicolor meeting aliens and elves and dope wizards like you.

[ Little bit of flattery at the end there to get her to change the subject? Maybe. ]

To keep him from getting so beat up all the time, I guess. And for fun. Come by my workshop next time and I'll show you some of his suggestions, they're very... fashion-forward, if not terribly practical.

[ He's a little disappointed - but not all that surprised - when Lucretia turns down his offer. ]

That's fair. You ever change your mind, though, all you gotta do is say the word.