Stretching for a moment more, Alvin waited until she was satisfied with the placement to move. He shook out his hands, one arm a little tingly from being above his head for a moment, but nothing too weird. It seemed poised to stay, but he stepped away, toward Miss Thompsett just in case. Looking up at her handiwork, he nodded. Alvin obviously acknowledged the beauty of flowers, it was hard not to, but even after all of this time around the Potts women, he still couldn't distinguish between them very well, nor was he all that impressed with them. Maybe he did spend a little too much time in the greenhouse.

"Lovely," he agreed anyway, nodding. Alvin remembered her dress sketches from their meeting in the gallery, but he wondered if she was still sketching. "Have you designed a gown for your debut?" He found himself asking, prolonging the conversation, perhaps unwisely, but still just the tiniest bit curious. He thought he remembered that she'd had them all sketched out, but he was curious to know if she had followed through and had one of her designs made for her big day.