Kitty smiles anxiously at you.
"I hope you're having a good time," she says.
"Why wouldn't they be?" Daniel asks. "Sure, Ballyavon might not have the world-famous cultural institutions, nonstop nightlife, economic vibrancy, or political and historical significance of London, but we do have a lot of trees."
He waves at the forestry beyond the path.
"Look at them. Aren't they lovely?"
I laugh. "Yes, they're very nice."
I shrug. "I suppose. I mean we do have trees in London."
I just stare at him. Why is he trying to be funny?
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