[the gardens are pretty, in a way that he literally can't believe--not even paintings in books he'd read come anywhere close--but they can't hold his attention for very long. There too much other stuff on his mind... and it eventually turns his attention back to the girl. Eyeing her over his shoulder]
...Did you remember anything else? About when you were here before?
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...Did you remember anything else? About when you were here before?