Cater takes a breath, re-centering himself. Instead of answering the question he simply catches up to join Riddle, slipping their hands together, as well. "I'm sure we'll see a whole bunch of different flowers," he agrees. "But I think this one's going to be my favorite."

After all, it's the one that Riddle anointed him with.

He sticks close, arm to arm, feeling the cold nipping at his skin despite the warmth of his clothes. Fortunately, he sees a vendor up ahead selling hot drinks, so Cater points in that direction.

"Let's get some cocoa. That'll warm us both up while we go deeper into the park."