Fiona appreciated that Becca didn't fixate on her troubled past or comment on it further, and she smiled gratefully at the other woman. "Precisely!" she agreed with a wider smile at that rhetorical question. She'd always loved being around plants, perhaps because her mum and aunt were both so in love with their greenhouses, and of course Aunt Zahara had taken over this place after Uncle Duncan had passed away.
She wasn't so distracted by her own thoughts that she missed Becca's expression dim, but she was far too polite to mention it. Instead, she moved over to the little table and poured them both a cup of the constantly brewing tea, motioning to the little tray of things commonly added so that her guest could doctor her tea in the way she preferred.
"And help yourself to a little treat if you'd like, as well. Aunt Zahara gets them from Sweet Nothings." Just as Melinda often displayed flowers from here in her shop. It was lovely to see women business owners supporting one another. "And how have you been?" she asked now that they were settled at the little table.