Tristan is definitely afraid of the knowing smirk gracing the other woman's face. But he keeps on smiling, even with a blush. "Ah, good. Wow, it looks amazing out here. Did you do all this yourself?" He stops to take in the fairy lights and the way the plants glow with their own sort of light. It's incredible, really, and Tristan finds himself in awe.

"Yes, I bake," he grins. "Pies, mostly, but also cakes and pastries."