[She just nods in agreement with what she already said,] We can continue picking the berries once we have a little rest.

[And, oh look, there's a bright green spot of grass right under them. And if Keith doesn't want a break? Well that's too bad. Extracted from the hedge, she finds a good spot and plops down, her skirts fluffing up with the motion. Hand on his, she tugs him down to join her.]

And of course it makes me happy. I care a lot about what you think.

[Which might be too illuminating for her normally, but here she doesn't think twice about saying it.]