"Anyone can be a fine consultant when it comes to gardening. It boils down to whether or not the flowers look pretty," Grace assured him with a laugh, leading the way to the doors that would take them outdoors. "It won't be in its full splendor until night falls, but it should paint the picture even in the sunlight."
Mention of Elsa reminded Grace to reach down and scratch the dog behind her ear affectionately. Animals were always so dear, and this dog seemed particularly sweet. "She such a dear, isn't she? She seems to have taken to you." Her tone was conversational and casual. Learning all one needed to learn about another person typically came from natural conversation over time, she'd found. She wondered how thoroughly he trusted her at the exchange of a few words, but she supposed it mattered little. She wished to become acquainted with Master Carrick's household, and she doubted it would be a tedious task with Hermes. He seemed pleasant.