"Well then, my lady. What should we do?" Phillip asked, tilting his head slightly with a knowing grin as the wind toyed with the edges of his robe.
Manuka Lan huffed and folded her arms, feigning annoyance. "You're the one who promised me a surprise, not the other way around."
Phillip chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah yes, the surprise. Forgive me, my lady. How careless of me to keep a noble beauty waiting." His voice was theatrical, his bow exaggerated, as if he were a court jester playing to a crowd.
"You're mocking me again!" Manuka snapped, but the twitch at the corner of her lips betrayed her amusement.
With a grin, Phillip gestured for her to follow. "I shall make amends. Come, my lady, Let's take a little detour. You like herbs, yes? I want to give something magical and soul bounding."
