“For the golf outings,” he quipped in response. “Ah, well actually because I want to make a lot of money. No, wait – actually my parents are forcing me. I guess that’s not really true…” he added, rattling off many of the the usual reasons why people chose to become medical doctors but would never admit to publicly. “I just want to be called ‘Doctor’. ‘Doctor MacLeod’ has such a nice ring to it,” he added. At that point he had a hard time keeping a straight face – especially if he was able to make her smile in the process. “That’s why most people become physicians, anyway. I won’t lie to you – I do like all of those things – but there is another reason.”<br/><br/>He looked over the flower on the pottery and turned his head as well, mirroring the way she was studying it. “It’s not what you’re probably thinking, either,” he added, coyly avoiding the question. He dodged slightly since the full answer to the question was a bit complicated. That, and Alex wanted to keep some semblance of ‘mystery and secret’ about him for the time being if possible.<br/><br/>“I’d rather you try to guess, maybe at the end of the evening you could take a stab at it,” he said with a bit of a mischievous smirk. “But enough about me, let’s talk about you. Botany is really interesting. It must be challenging since your patients can’t tell you what’s wrong with them. I’ll bet what you do is as much art as science. I admire that, I don’t have much artistry in me,” he added with a smile as they walked to the rugs woven from bamboo shoots. “I would have no clue how to weave bamboo, for example,” he added stifling a self-deprecating laugh.<br/><br/>“So tell me, what is your favorite art form?”