That's fair, and she wouldn't want to intrude on that. She's just glad her idea has worked out so well. But she won't let it go to her head and start thinking she might know something about this 'feelings' business.

She leans forward to examine the rose, taking in its perfume and brushing a fingertip over the petals. "They're lovely. And they must like you to bloom so nicely." And out of season... she does wonder about that. "I can see why you like it out here so much."