"I've only been here a couple weeks," Cameron reminds her, "so no, I wouldn't say often, but... now and again. I like it. It's..." He trails off, searching for the word, and comes up short. "Peaceful." It doesn't quite cut it. He's yet to feel especially at peace since coming here, too distracted by his predicament and the ways in which he is entirely unable to change or fix it, although to say so would be to admit he's given her advice he doesn't know how to follow. He's not going to lie and say he's just fine, but he's more than capable of pretending to be.

"Pretty," he adds, latching onto this new description as they get closer. It isn't like the countryside in Connecticut, and it's not broad enough to row down, even if he managed to attain a boat in which to do so (the inability to keep in proper practice just makes everything that much more frustrating), but it's lovely nonetheless, even if the tropical blooms growing along the water's edge strike him as gaudy and overblown. It has its charms all the same.