"Well for no other reason than to have made your acquaintance I am glad to have survived," he says, teasing right back. There is no mockery or sarcasm in his voice. It is not his preferred way of communicating until they are much better acquainted.

"We are coming up to the clothing store now," he gestures as they pass it. It is unremarkable in every way and Doc doesn't stop to let her admire the farming convention's latest innovations in buttons and buttonholes before continuing northward towards the botanical shop. He would return on his own another day to find a swatch of similar fabric and shade to mend the hole in her dress.

"And this is the florist, here." It is next to the greenhouse so once she knows where to find it, it is not easy to miss.

"Mind your head ma'am, going in." A low hanging beam and wayward vines threaten to trip people up.