[Grace leans against his side as his arm wraps around her small shoulders. The smile stays on her lips though her eyes can’t hide the emotions that stir at the recollection of such memories. She keeps her gaze forward knowing that her father will be able to see her thoughts. She wants their time together to be happy. She doesn’t know how long it will last.]

Chanterelles [She replies in a soft voice, feeling the smile set across her lips.]

I don’t think you’ll like the library. [Her father has never been good at remaining in one place.] Do they have a job where you can deliver things? Then you’d be able to see what’s above us. [Grace is very interested in the city.]

When you aren’t working you can show me around.