Her own little bit of daring then as she thinks with pursed lips. "Something... Something we shouldn't have. That isn't meant for us. Sweet. I want it to be sweet and bright." Maybe that meant more to her then it did to him. He was used to this life, grand, lived at the highest ranks.

But she was still so fresh off the streets. It had a kind of temptation. Like stealing out of a rich man's purse to buy sweets.

"Is there grass, where we're going?" A certain kind of hope, and odd that the further they seem to go, away from the quarters, the press of servants and their duties the happier she sees to come.

Or, not that odd at all.