"I should love to give you a book. It's lovely to know someone would like to read something of mine." Lalla nodded, leaning back against the back of the bench, bunching the remaining, unmaimed flowers together again and resting them in the crook of her arm. "Then I shall be a first. If I am unsatisfied, I will perhaps request a resit before you can enjoy my writing. Or... well, try and fathom it before putting the book down and demanding a more useable payment."
She smiled at him once more, pausing for a moment before speaking again. "Well, if it's convenient for you, there's no time like the present. Assuming where you paint is nearby. Otherwise, I fear, I shall lose my nerve and request I keep all my clothes on."