[It pleases her to see that when offered and opportunity, he takes it. Not just her hand, but the chance to press his lips to the back of it once more. Her hand squeezes his gently in response, her wolf biding its time for now, and she patiently waits for him to lead them into the greenhouse.
The warmth she feels as the doors open is wonderful, and she smells the freshness of the air with so much greenery and sighs. It's clean inside, and well kept, even as it's also clear this is something of a working space for him. His computer only earns a passing glance, with her attention caught instead by the blooms around her. Jaw dropping slightly, she takes a few steps in herself, not content to be led for a moment as she goes to the ones that draw her eye first. They're a mix of white and bright pink, and the ones that Eun recognizes quite well on a bush. Leaning down, she takes in their scent with obvious pleasure.]
Double delights. My mother has three bushes of these in our front yard. I grew up with them.
[She doesn't linger beyond that, moving slowly but steadily toward the end where the roses from his son rest. She's careful not to touch, not to even move too close, but her expression is clearly admiring as she gives them the attention they are due.]
These are lovely too. Are they not commonly found in the States? Or just special as they're a gift from your son?
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The warmth she feels as the doors open is wonderful, and she smells the freshness of the air with so much greenery and sighs. It's clean inside, and well kept, even as it's also clear this is something of a working space for him. His computer only earns a passing glance, with her attention caught instead by the blooms around her. Jaw dropping slightly, she takes a few steps in herself, not content to be led for a moment as she goes to the ones that draw her eye first. They're a mix of white and bright pink, and the ones that Eun recognizes quite well on a bush. Leaning down, she takes in their scent with obvious pleasure.]
Double delights. My mother has three bushes of these in our front yard. I grew up with them.
[She doesn't linger beyond that, moving slowly but steadily toward the end where the roses from his son rest. She's careful not to touch, not to even move too close, but her expression is clearly admiring as she gives them the attention they are due.]
These are lovely too. Are they not commonly found in the States? Or just special as they're a gift from your son?