[some things, it seems, are slow to change.]

A fair point, I suppose. But given time...if people are choosing to settle in this place...

[He shrugs, eyes still on the flowers, something vaguely lifting in him in the wake of her suggestion. they still retain all their old meaning for him, the beauty of the flowers, their fragility. why they matter.]

And I may take you up on that, for a while. There are some flowers here that I've never seen before...perhaps you could enlighten me as to their names.