Her smile was infectious, and her laughter too. Endymion could not help himself from chuckling, too – at the animals, or at his good fortune in having it be her he had bumped into once again.
“It... felt longer than it might have been,” he explained uncertainly, wondering if he would begin to see her gaze change in its expression to something resembling concern. He did not want her to think him mad, or an idiot, wandering blindly through the perennials. “I must have lost track of time. It’s as if I’ve been lost for hours – and I wasn’t even in the maze room,” he joked. “But I see the –” he glanced away from her, to the darkened outdoors beyond the greenhouse glass, “– snow hasn’t yet stopped?” That was entirely unusual, too. He supposed Evergardens was closed, by now; he waited almost expectantly to see whether Miss Sprout would politely ask him to leave.
“It... felt longer than it might have been,” he explained uncertainly, wondering if he would begin to see her gaze change in its expression to something resembling concern. He did not want her to think him mad, or an idiot, wandering blindly through the perennials. “I must have lost track of time. It’s as if I’ve been lost for hours – and I wasn’t even in the maze room,” he joked. “But I see the –” he glanced away from her, to the darkened outdoors beyond the greenhouse glass, “– snow hasn’t yet stopped?” That was entirely unusual, too. He supposed Evergardens was closed, by now; he waited almost expectantly to see whether Miss Sprout would politely ask him to leave.
