Gardens, night

Steven gives a mocking frown and he shifts the position of his face a little bit so he's not getting poked by her whiskers as much.
"Well how do you think I feel; I don't have any fur for it to have to go through in the first place! And now I'm starting to think you did do this on purpose if they turn on the same time every night, Miss. We could just go back inside."
Perhaps they should before the fog gets them rather wet. Or not!