"Uh huh. I'm sure." Charlotte spoke up, standing in front of a plain looking house. The only thing that stood out was the vibrant flowers in the front.
She looked around, a bit uncomfortable. The house seemed overly tidy, everything put perfectly into place with labeled jars of herbs set about. The occasional painting hung on the wall.
“I wish I was good at painting,” he admitted. “Avice has enough talent for the two of us, but still.”
Avice seemed embarrassed, but smiled slightly. "She still paints?" Charlotte asked curiously. "She used to do it all the time."
Avice elbowed him playfully, a small grin on her face. "You two can stay the night if you'd like," Charlotte offered. "I have spare bedrooms."
