"Thank you." Dahlia looked at him with a sincere smile. But at his next comment she chuckled, "I suspect they feel as out of place there as I do in a greenhouse. But I wouldn't mind some company if I did." She dared to say, another smile on her lips. She'd much rather Mr. Honeyduke's company if she were to be in the kitchen.

Before she could regret her words too much she realized they were at the front path of her home. "This is it." She told him stopping at the gate and turning to face him. "Thank you for walking me home."