Quin supposed he was going to have to pick a favorite flower. Perhaps he'd see something today that could spark a reaction. There were so many different varieties it was hard to choose. He did like lavender, the way it smelled, the way it tasted. Pansies were easy to use in cooking too; dandelions as well. Any of those could easily work if he was pressed to give a better response.

Worried he had assumed something incorrectly, her silence made him look at her out of the corner of his eye. Fortunately she seemed to have concrete thoughts on the matter and so Quin listened with rapt attention to what she described. Light, garden (a given), near the rest of the Pottses, all things he wasn't surprised to hear. His only request was a good-sized kitchen he was allowed to putter around. Oh Merlin, they were going to need a modest house staff. He would let Dahlia handle that.

"All very doable. I would like a decent kitchen and a large yard." Kids needed outside space after all. Other than that, he really didn't have any thoughts on the matter. Dahlia could do whatever it was that she wanted with the space. "Would you like to look together, or do you want me to handle it?" His confidence in this task was not so high, but he didn't want her to think him incapable either.