Vanessa nodded and smiled as she continued into the garden paths. She laughed, a sound like tingling bells, as she watched Abby bound through the flowers that had closed up for the night. "What do flowers look like in the daytime? Are they as pretty as they are in books? Or more so? What is your favorite? Mine are these white roses." Vanessa asked him softly. She was enjoying having a companion with whom she could talk to. Even though he did stutter a lot.