"I'll let you be in charge of gathering the peony seeds, then."
Annaliese took a step further into the room and took as much of a look out the window as she could in her position, "Yes, well, I was considering forcing you to endure your first grey Christmas, but decided that the move would be much simpler if done before four feet of snow turned the land into a death trap." She eyed her daughter caustically at the mention of the letters, "None of which can be used for blackmail..."