[ It's a slow, soft feeling, having her brush shoulders with him. It's a close, strangely intimate contact and he finds tht he'd like it to last a little longer. So Robb leans into her, fingers tightening against her hand, and he brushes his temple against hers. ]

We have a greenhouse. You could probably grow some flowers there. Maybe even have some in your room, if you like. I wouldn't object - it might be nice, actually.