[ You're totally welcome. Since he's got the spade and all, she decides to reach into the wagon for the next set of flowers. Since he's got some sort of pattern going (she thinks?), she'll keep that going. The flowers she choses are a vibrant yellow.

She is so focused on it, in fact, she doesn't catch onto the fact that he just read her mind, though she does give him an odd tilt of her head as he finishes digging. Did she say that aloud after all? ]

Well, we're living pretty comfortably for a bunch of sinners. Could hardly believe it when the innkeeper said she wouldn't charge us.