"Alright," he chuckled, leading her around the side of the house and into the back gardens. His Mother had been redoing a lot of the landscape since his Father had died. Phillip Pucey had had strict regulations on what exactly she could keep, but Adrian didn't really care. His Mother had always loved the Garden and he had no problem with her focusing her extra time on that. One of the new additions was the low fairy lights floating along the edge of the walkway, lighting up the path. It was a nice touch, he had to admit. They were delicate and served a purpose. They weren't there just to have them. "So, as innocent as a child like me could manage."

Had he known she'd been thinking of energetic activities, he might have laughed. This was probably the laziest past time he had, which for him, was something. He absolutely hated being still. Passing his Mother's roses, he moved around the corner to the center of the garden and came to a stop. He'd asked his Mother for a favour before he'd left and it looked like she'd come through. One of the same blankets they'd used when he was younger lay, spread out over the grass to keep the dirt from their clothes. The fairy lights had extended a little further tonight, letting them light up the area just off the walkway and lifting some of the gloom from the darkness.

When she came to a stop beside him, he glanced over at her and grinned. "The city's great and everything, but there's one thing it doesn't have," he responded, glancing upward. The sky was clear and without the lights of the city, it looked like you could see every star in the galaxy. They dotted the sky, outlining the various pictures he was so familiar with.