She put down her basket of produce and put one hand on her hip, the other to her chin in a thoughtful manner. "I must not have latched the gate properly," she said, and looked Marian up and down, "to your benefit, I rather think. I'm glad you came in by this way, there's a golem at the front door." She stepped to Marian's side and gave her a smile, looking up at her (because she was a smallish, dainty sort of woman), and then shut and latched the gate properly herself.
"You're in my garden," she said simply. "Would you like some tea? I can have a pot brewing in a jiffy, and I have these beautiful strawberries, and scones I baked this morning, and fresh cream from the goat."
Oh yes, there was a small stable to one side with a horse and a goat in it, and a few chickens pecking around too, which only ate caterpillars and never the fruit they weren't supposed to.