Perfect. She wished everyone thought as much. Her sisters didn't exactly approve and even her father, though kind about it, did wish she'd live somewhere a bit more upscale. He never pushed it though, thank godric for that. Lyra pushed off of the door and smiled in such a way that the smile lifted up the very corners of her eyes.
"Thank you," she decided it was best to keep it at that and not explain how angry gardening had been making her lately. She swore she had a greener thumb when in school, but talking about something that made her mad wasn't what Lyra wanted to do.
And what she really wanted to do she refused to do because she was a lady and was not about to do something rash simply because she was dying to do it. Lyra sighed and slipped past him, doing the next best thing by taking his hand so as to lead him through her home.
There wasn't much to show and she could barely hear her own words over the pounding of her heart.
"Well this is the living room and the kitchen is through that door over there and.. this is the guest room," she opened a door and dropped his hand to do so.
"And then, you know, this is my room," she slid past him again to open the door adjacent to the other. It was a bigger room, filled with books like the living room and with a perfectly made up bed covered in a handmade quilt.
"It's small, but I do love it..." she turned then, slowly shut her door and leaned against it like she did her front door before. It was very, very small because when she turned back around like that there had to be no more than a step or two between them.