She had seen those dewdrops. And given them wide berth. But she nodded at his advice, having no reason not to trust him. She would collect them now that she knew they were safe, useful even.

"I was in Deerington," she said, picking up her basket and draping it over her arm. "For...about a year, I think." She didn't think, she knew. But she'd found that precise numbers sometimes threw people off. "I worked at the flower shop, Ring Around the Roses." A name which had never made much sense to her.

Then again, there were plenty of things that made no sense in Deerington. That was, perhaps, the least offensive.

"What about you?" she asked.