<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron trailed his hand along one of the hedges at the perimeter of the maze.  "Aye, I do."  It was indeed a bit overgrown... the normally immaculate topiary was a bit seedy, and he could see bare spots where some of the more fragile vegetation hadn't thrived from the neglect.  "I know this maze intimately, because I had to be able to find you -- at times it felt like I knew every bud and bloom within it."  He plucked a white gardenia from a nearby bush and tucked it into her hair.  "Perhaps I will spend some time out here with a pair of shears, and scandalize the gardeners again."  He'd often escaped here when he was younger.  He found it soothing to tend to plants... soothing and rewarding.  </span></span>