Demeter could only think of Themis as being both amiable and sweet. Friendly possibly to a fault? She tried not to think of it that way. Lips pursing in thought, she nodded in understanding, "Of course, of course. Well, as long as you are not giving away all those secrets." She grinned and decided that Themis' agreeableness was no fault but a virtue.
"Would you care to walk together through the garden?" she offered, "Standing here to talk and admire the flowers is pleasant, but walking has never done a soul any harm."