A flippant response, of course; something Avery should have known she’d have been offered if their past encounter was anything to go by. The corner of his mouth ticked up in a way that suggested he was taking a lot of pleasure in this encounter. At this, Avery only scowled; hopefully in a way that suggested he go stick his wand where the sun didn’t shine. “Let loose?” She echoed, wondering how in god’s name this was a way one would let loose. She studied him even further, remembering through her bout of defensiveness that she’d observed he’d some how transformed himself. “The things you must get up to during the day to make you think you might want to plant a tree and play in the mud.” Not that she wanted to actually know what he did for a living. If he wanted to tell her, then that was completely his affair.

She still felt bristled as the question turned on her and she pressed her lips together. “This is me enjoying my afternoon with my daughter,” She provided vaguely, forcing herself to take a step back now that she was fairly certain he was harmless. That didn’t mean she’d be turning her back on him anytime soon though. “That was until I was interrupted.” She raised her eyebrows at him imperiously, only slightly to indicate he should at least show some remorse at having intruded on their evening; daring him to point out that it was Marigold who had been the one to interrupt him. Then, because she decided she didn’t want him to be able to protest: “Do you often venture out this way to The Glen?”

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