Admittedly, he knew little to nothing about making alcohol from important weeds in the park, but this woman's smile was reassuring enough. Clearly she knew what she was doing.
He didn't really smile back, not because he wasn't pleased enough, but because he just wasn't the sort. He did manage to look less concerned before looking back out at the ocean, though. "Yes," he said. "It's my favorite spot. For a nice as it is, it never seems very crowded." Was it greedy to hope that no one else discovered how nice it was?