Since Ariadne's trees were her pride and joy, she was always excited to show them off. It was, she imagined, the same kind of thrill as a noble might get, showing off a grand, new palace that they had finally finished building. A chance to show the world who they were and what riches they possessed. She knew, of course, that her trees weren't silver or gold or stained glass. But they were beautiful. And magical. And had survived all of the terrors of Deerington, just like Ariadne herself.

So yes, she was excited to have Ezra over.

It boggled the mind a little, how often she was drawn to the Jedi and the Sith. She was beginning to think it was no accident. It was some kind of destiny--if you believed in such a thing. In any case, she liked Ezra a lot. They had some kind of kinship, which was very rare for Ariadne, being the only one of her kind and all.

All that to say, she was excited to know he would be visiting.

She spent most of the morning--as she spent every morning--clearing away the fresh snow in the orchard, checking to make sure none of the branches were damaged, and otherwise just having a very lively (albeit one-sided) conversation with her fruit trees. "I can't wait until the spring," she said to Jane, her nectarine tree, as she brushed snow off of the trunk. "I've really been in the mood for nectarines."