[It takes Iris some time to refocus on the part of her mind that speaks in words, and she smiles up at the Marquis with her eyes while she does so.]

The buddleia over in the corner there's nearly in bloom. They're very excited about it.

[The smile spreads and broadens on her mouth, slow as warming honey.]

The air 'ere's a lot better'n Chicago. You did 'em a favour.