Oh. He knows her. Well, the advantage was his it seems, because he had a look about him that would be impossible to miss. But if familiarity seemed to bring him comfort, who was she to rudely crack the caramel shell?

"You'd say that, and you'd be half right. I seem to have a problem with flowers growing in my hair when I feel particularly giddy. You can remove your crown at least."

She curtsied in her sundress.

"But it's the spirit of the season now! I'll run with it. But the minute I start attracting bees, the deal is off."