Freya smiled at his easy agreement. Pulling him from his work wasn't always a simple task, so for him to consent without struggle made her announcement that much more exciting. (There was, however, an increasing amount of guilt forming with every second, despite her every intention to ignore it.)

"I have," she said as they entered onto the balcony. Freya tucked the picture frame onto her lap as she sat, not ready yet to tell him. "She's brilliant. Why?"