It had been a rather perfect day all around. One minute Amelia was running errands and looking forward to cooking herself a pleasant meal and perhaps playing with Penny and Pascal; the next moment she found herself on a walk with Konstantin. She'd been mildly disappointed she didn't have Penny with her. Despite the comfort that she felt in his presence, whenever she looked up at Konstantin, the gentleman still managed to make her heartbeat madly in her chest, and the dog seemed to have a way of quelling that particular side effect.

And of course, the fickleness that was the weather of the United Kingdom had to have its say in their affairs. With the rain pelting down on them, they'd made their way to shelter, but not before Amelia had found herself thoroughly soaked to the bone. At his comment, Amelia laughed, leaning slightly to her side as she grasped her apron in her hands and lightly wrung it, making sure to aim away from the basket she'd just placed upon the floor.

He did have a point; there seemed to be an awful lot of weddings being planned lately, of course, high-society events that she and Evan had had an array of conversations about. "Well, perhaps," Amelia speculated with a laugh. "They might be hoping that the sheer amount of them might overwhelm the gods and they might eventually pity them and weigh in their favors!"