Yes, I shall make more time for your company. We should walk Daisy and Dahlia together in the morning hours, on our way to opening the shop. A fine, quiet hour to spend chatting, don't you agree? [and the weather should be turning nicer and nicer, soon enough. Everett adores the rainy months of the Above World of Myddvai, Aefenglom seeming to be similar in those. Rain wasn't something the Springtide had, living below ground as they did. Everett became very fond of it in his travels, such a simple thing was so novel for him.]

With more wet months ahead of us, shall I be keeping any eye out for you arriving drenched on my doorstep? [a tease, this man, through and through]