Felicity led the way through the far door, into a modest gated compound made up of the ends of the greenhouses and a couple of sheds of groundskeeping equipment. There was a bench sat between a cart and a disused lawn roller.
Felicity shook her head a little at Megan's fishing expedition and smiled "We can't all be the life and soul of the party" and her tone said there was nothing wrong with being said life and soul.
She settled herself comfortably on the bench with the comfort of one who uses this as her own little getaway place and began rummaging in her satchel. "Do you have a notebook handy?" Felicity mused as she placed a small drawstring pouch of soft leather on the bench arm next to her.