Boy, aren't those ducks interesting. Genevieve rests her eyes upon them, until they start humping each other and she has to retreat to gazing at the gazebo on the other side of the pond.

"Sort of a...I mean, I'm not a writer. But pretty, definitely. I can see why you were a TV star." She tries not to speak of china dolls, small and perfect, because there's only some of that. There's a confidence and casual grace to Mary that Genevieve wishes she could maintain without a scepter.