Fiona blinked in surprise as the young man bent himself in an arch and then lifted his feet over his head, her expression not hiding that shock before she laughed softly and bit her lower lip again, a habit she had from childhood. Still the laugh softened her nerves some and she returned his smile warmly with one of her own. "Fresh air is always welcome and well..the garden tends to be a nice escape. When I was little my father would take me out into the woods sometimes and we would play at finding unicorns..."<br/><br/>The sharing of the memory came unbidden and she blushed again, most people, especially the whores didn't care to talk about their lives before the Teahouse and she had no wish to make others think that she was a spoiled girl with no idea of the cruelties of the world. She had lived a sheltered life, which made her position here all the more odd. She retreated from that subject, brushing it aside with a bright smile when he said he would join her and warmth lit up her features. "Oh that would be a delight, its nothing special, the picnic but food is always better shared, or so I was taught."<br/><br/>She held out her hand then, ever one for easy touching, enjoying touch in fact, and it was an offer that came with no reservations or demands. "It would be lovely to get to know you more, if you don't mind of course." Apparently she was long out of practice at talking to friends. She didn't want to flirt like she did with some clients, or blush and stammer and submit, or even coax him into what was desired from the encounter. Those where things for patrons, not friends. The respectful obedience and admiration she gave Ryan would have been out of place as well. But, or at least she told herself this, it would be like any other skill, just something one had to practice at a bit and then it would be easier.