[And there's Carlisle in the garden himself, safe and sound and completely dry as he won't even go near the water if he doesn't have to, thank you very much. He glances her way as she approaches, tossing his gardening gloves and shears aside.]

Ah good, there you are. You'll have to forgive me for not having contacted you sooner. Sending tea by way of Atem is convenient, but I suppose it's good we see one another every now and then, isn't it?