Lirael's brows shot up when he mentioned scenery, but she recovered quickly and dipped into a curtsy of her own. "I did offer that, yes. Perhaps I should be more specific next time." She smiled, looking around. "Is this the rose garden?"
"Poor Goblin King," she said, smirking as she ran her fingers along the handle of one of her bells. "Dyrim can still an errant tongue, when rung properly."