Llewellyn smiled a little. “A poetic way to put it, but yes. There’s something about the fall colours and the crispness of it all that inspires it.” The detective preferred spring, and he liked the longer days of the summer. But fall was lovely, especially the foods born from fall harvests and the colours in the trees... Winter would be the real test this year, though. The one season he wasn’t fond of. Llewellyn was anxious when it got colder and the nights darker. The days were so short, and bad things usually happened... But now he had Rhy, who’d never experienced winter, and he was hoping to make things better here than they had been at home.

But first, the fall. “The park will be quite lovely. It reminds me of Queens Park in my world... Well, at least a little.” He hummed a bit, “And so will the paths leading to the hunter’s lodge, I don’t doubt.” He frowned a bit as he glanced down, “Hey- no.. Bud that’s not food.” He mumbled, excusing himself for a moment as he tugged a leaf out of Pretzel’s mouth.