She liked seeing him happy and his smile was infectious. She could not help but return it, and she squeezed his hand.

"We are fortunate to have this chance." She agreed. "I believe we might be very happy here."

If nothing else, they would be together, and that, for now, was enough for her. She resisted the urge to kiss him again, for she did not want to see too forward and bold, and turned her attention back to the flowers in her hand.

"Both I should think, eventually." She considered what might be easy to start with. "Herbs for a start. There are some that grow quite readily in pots. Mint perhaps, or lemon balm. Sage maybe. I believe I saw a potter's stand not too far back. Shall we?"