"That... that would be nice, I think." She offers him a pleasant smile, suppressing a giggle, as she lets him lead her back to the garden, which molds itself to her image; without her sisters to influence it; a garden of dark, beautiful flowers, a very subtle and quiet beauty, throughout the majority of the garden, except for a single bush of flowers, near the heart, coated in a verity of different, brilliantly colored blossoms, standing out in the garden because of their incredibly sharp contrast. She notices the bush, and blushes slightly, at the apparent commentary on her personality.