[ A new name to remember, she gathers. ] 76? [ A smiles teases at her lips. If she's using "Mr.", she wonders if 76 might just be a reference to his age as well, but it is a quip she keeps to herself, thankfully. Her fingerpads grace the very surface of the lilypads. It is a gentle touch, one she nearly doesn't allow herself. ]

Church? Nope. I grew them at my house. They're actually in season soon! They stick around until it gets too cold. You can make the most lovely baked goods with it. Sounds like something you could get some inspiration with... plus, they're beautiful.

[ If she focused on it, she could probably show Susato, in truth, but settled on the warm stone with all this life around her... she just wants to soak it all in. ]

You don't do it all yourself, then. So?

[ ...Soooo. ]