It was always encouraging when your particular choice of words had the exact effect on someone that you were aiming for. Tisarwat ducked her head almost shyly at the hand on her arm, before tilting it toward the path winding around a large flowering bush, and moving away from the bridge toward it.

"There should be a nice bench right around here..."

But as she turned around the bend, she stopped almost abruptly.

"Oh! There's Basnaaid. The horticulturialist."

Of course Tisarwat expected they'd stumble across her eventually. It was inevitable. But she didn't think it would be so soon after they'd arrived.

Her attention shifted back to Lucille beside her. "Should I introduce you? Maybe she's not too busy."