"I've always thought of myself as half-Scottish, not half-British," she says.
"I've always thought of you as half-beautiful, and the other half is just gorgeous."
She giggles charmingly from somewhere near the door. Today, her hair is in a loose braid of sorts, and her blue eyes are accentuated by the dark maroon silk blouse she's wearing.
"That is much appreciated. I like the way these clothes feel."
"Lilly-san, what are you doing in… a riding outfit?"
"Akira got me a seeing-eye horse."
"Yes, I'm afraid I am. But I have indeed taken up riding. Warlock is a good steed, very considerate and responsive."
"If I might ask…"
She smiles. "Of course you may. I shall save you the trouble, though. What do you think about the referendum in Scotland? Is it not something you are interested in as well?"
Ah. It's certainly an interesting topic to someone who shares a few things in common with the blonde 'amazon' who is elegantly leaning against his doorframe.
"I hope they stay British, if only to keep the shopkeepers honest. Hard to think of a United Kingdom when one half of the union is gone."
Her smile turns wicked. "Aha. Well, dear author, that's a vote for my position, and not Akira's. Do you think she'll be upset with you?"
Oh dear. Hmph. But before I can reply, there is faint laughter, like the sweetness of spring's first flowering, and she is gone.
I say to the empty air, "Watch this space."