If he kept smiling at her that way... Heat crept up the back of her neck and into her cheeks, though she didn't know why other than she hadn't really expected to be having a lovely conversation with a man besides her damned brother. Oh, but she was already prepared for a lecture or two if Pony ever caught wind of her even flirting with a man. Then again, he might go easy on her this time because the man wasn't a doctor. Not that she had any business flirting with a man when it hadn't even been that long since Harold passed. She shifted her basket on her arm and bit her lip. Then again, it was so awfully lonely since she had lost her husband. Would it be wrong to be friends with someone such as this clockmaker?

"Ye know, I would like that," she said to his offering. She would not feel shame for entertaining a fellow. She had no intention of doing anything naughty, right? "I should be going home now... Ye could walk me if ye'd like, it's not far from here. That is if ye'd like to tell me more about ye and yer son or yer clocks." Oh lord, she had said it.