Moving her shoes over so she could hold the lip of them with one hand, she ran her now free one through her hair, wincing at how wet and tangled it had become due to the rain. At least it wasn’t unsalvageable and heavily knotted, so that was at least an upside. Hearing his laughter at her joke about the movie, she grinned, “Oh dear, I hope the roof stays intact! But if that’s the case with a jewel thief we’d have to make a call to Jacques Clouseau! He’d know what to do!” Good old Peter Sellers, god rest his soul. “At least that movie kind of has a happy ending unlike Jurassic Park.”
“Mhm, it doesn’t hurt to try, that’s for sure.” She watched him for a moment, then glanced in the direction he was looking in and found herself staring at the door, the muffled sound of rain meeting her ears. When he started to speak, she glanced from the door to him, and smiled as she listened quietly to him talk about the house, “I can definitely see he did a wonderful job on it. And he did it all himself? Back then it must’ve taken quite some time, and there’d have been no air conditioning to cool him off in the summer if he worked at it during those months.” Trill grinned, “Well your sister and I are both right, it really is like a fairy tale. I can almost imagine what a wedding must’ve looked like if there’d been one here. No I cant imagine it getting stale either, I mean this place is like a dream, and everything it holds is a treasure.” She almost wanted to spin in a circle, just to take it all in, but she was still dripping wet, and she didn’t want to spray water in all directions.
There was no hiding who was the culprit behind the trail of socked footprints that was now leading across the hallway, and if she stayed long enough she’d ask to clean it up. “Well even for an amateur botanist you do have very lovely gardens. I… I’m guilty of trespassing just to see and smell the flowers you have out there, which was when the rainstorm hit and I took shelter.” She regretted thinking the place wasn’t unoccupied, but was grateful Robert wasn’t going to press the issue or call the authorities on her. “Oh dear! Is it like having two left feet? If – If it helps I’m terrible with my feet when I’m dancing around the kitchen. Though it might have more to do with me not paying attention…” When he held the door for her, she gave him a mouthed thank you, and started down the steps, glancing over her shoulder for a moment as he spoke, “Oh no, that’s a shame, I’m sorry it wont be passed down. But, I don’t suppose in this day and age changes cant be made? Could titles skip a generation and maybe end up being with a grandson? If… if you have any. I mean things are always changing in this world, though maybe for a title like this it’s better to be traditional, I’m not sure…” She stopped at the end of the stairs, glancing around before meeting his eyes again.