When I stalk over to look closer at the plant she chose to first stop at, she follows close. Making it even clearer that it is quite important. Considering she brought up herself that she built this place after her mother died, it stands to reason…
"She had interesting taste. However, I feel that this is likely not your favorite flower, even if it's the one you care for the most."
"No, that… actually Ms. Lomdi, why do you need to know what sort of-"
"I don't. I simply did not see an obvious display or overabundance of a particular kind, at what small glances I've given your garden."
Without looking at her to see the *visuals* on that smug tone, I interrupted her immediately with an explanation. Already, I was steadily reconstructing my little mindscape vandalism. Starting with the mint grown in one corner because the mint did nothing wrong.
