She very nearly laughed again, and filled in the silence that followed Jack's initial with agreement with a quip. Something amusing and light. How Jack had saved the child and she could not even manage to save his ice cream.

Reinette took a breath and tasted the words. All before deciding not to speak at all. To simply let that particular moment be.

At Jack's prompting Reinette refocused her attention on the horizon before her. She thought about France, and more particularly Versailles. Of her gardens. Lovely yes, but also the work required. There was nothing natural there.

"It is beautiful," she finally answered, not removing her gaze. "It is -- it simply is I suppose. It makes no apologies. It is wild and strong and it dares you to change it because it knows you will fail."

She did laugh then.

"I suppose that means I like it."