[The patting at her arms is enough to placate her to some degree. Nel rests her chin on their shoulder as she considers the suggestion for a solid four seconds before she rolls off to flop in the grass on her back next to Feste looking up at them.]

Maybe soon? I don’t want to go back inside yet. And my new flowers! Do you like those? [She gestures upside down at the flowers that look akin to an ice scultpure.] Now, I can grow all kinds of other ones too!