The sea...she knew that smell. She'd breathed it for a few years, living in a Lighthouse...and she'd loved it then as well. She just drew in deep, hungry lungfuls for a few moments.

She she'd finally had enough of savory the crisp air she looked around. She'd...never understood gardens. Decorative gardens anyway. Parks were at least closer to reality...but she smiled anyway "Well, true, they could follow the sounds of your voice anywhere..." she teased, nodding to the garden gate.

"Shall we be sneaky?"