Eloise hadn't been accosted by any dead people, no. That meant --
"It was a nice walk," she told him honestly. "I hadn't been out of the library in too long. Except for once, which... Wasn't as nice, maybe, but a lucky trip."
Enough about that. People tended to worry; that or they tended to think something was wrong with you. She didn't really enjoy either, though the former was definitely worse.
"Thanks," she said cheerily, taking the blanket. Then Evan offered the sketchbook, which was taken with equal happiness. For a moment she looked it over, clearly pleased; she glanced at him pointedly from the corner of her eye, tapping the balloons with a thin finger as if to say I remember these.
It didn't really feel as ridiculous anymore, being here. He'd remembered her.
"Ça me plaît.," she added then, remembering that he'd probably appreciate an opinion. It wasn't every day someone thought to draw a picture for you. Or even every year, apparently.