Abilene listened, genuinely glad to have reconnected with Rose. "I'm hoping to become a baker, like my parents," she replied with another grin. She glanced around the streets and gave a low whistle. "Whitby's just like I remember it, but different, too," she remarked, shaking her head to rid more locks of her hair from brushing across her face. She made a mental note to put her hair up next time she went out and about. "It's good to hear you're doing well. Has anything grand happened since I left..." She counted on her fingers and her eyes widened a bit as she realized just how long she'd been gone. "...nine years ago?"