Good was overused and Gem had to purse her lips from prying. She did quirk an eyebrow at him, but he was saved by the barkeep coming over to ask if they wanted anything. Gems ordered a butterbeer and mulled over how annoying she wanted to be. She was a fixer and she wanted to make everyone around her as happy as they could be, but age and experience had shown she could and should only do so much, so she decided not to pester him too thoroughly; he would tell her if he wanted to, she hoped.

"Well, good." She passed him a meaningful look as she rubbed her hands together to warm them up. "There's still time," She said as she nudged him gently with her foot under the table, leaving it resting against his leg without really thinking about it.

Finally feeling the warmth return to her limbs, Gemma realized she should have ordered something hot, but too late. "South America, specifically Brazil, in the Amazon. You would not believe the flora and fauna over there!" She sighed wistfully, she missed the flowers, but not the bugs. "It's a little hot and sticky," The the need for woolen dresses was not required, so it was bearable. It was where she'd gotten into the habit of wearing pants and had made the choice not to give them up upon her return. Oh how she missed light linen shirts and the comfort of not caring what she was wearing in general. "There are carnivorous plants as big as I am!" Which in human terms wasn't very much, but it was for a plant!