She had already bent down, reaching for the fairly nice flower, when the new angle revealed one that was just perfect... if she had been sketching one, that would have been it.  And, from a purely practical standpoint, it looked like it would be easier to weave in as well.<br/><br/>She stood up, and looked both ways... the fence ran the length of the property, and was kind of unfriendly really... but the nearest gate was at the back, so she walked along Marc's side of the fence, glancing back to make sure she'd recognize the flowerbed.  No problem... the gate was just latched, not locked of course - that would be strangely paranoid!  So keeping her eye on the flowerbed in question, she slipped in and headed for her perfect flower.  A very little petty larceny... the people wouldn't mind one flower, even a big, unusual one like that.  But she'd feel weird asking... this was easier.<br/>