When she spotted him, she stared for a moment as he came quickly toward her. Pearl was clad in a high collared blouse and a long, plaid skirt. A shawl was wrapped around her shoulders and lifted slightly in the unseasonably warm breeze. She wore a hat jauntily atop her curls, which were pulled back with a blue ribbon in a loose chignon with a few curls straying from the otherwise tidy appearance. When he neared her, she smiled at him. "Hello again, Mister Blacke," she said softly.

Then she produced his handkerchief, lifting it up and holding it up. It'd been neatly folded.

"I wanted to bring this back to you before I'd forgotten. I... wanted to thank you for your kindness the other day and baked you a pie as well." She paused and then said, "It's a mince pie. I didn't know what you liked."

And then she realized she had stared a little longer than she should. Heat filled her cheeks and she felt the butterflies dancing within her belly. Oh, but not even Pony had made the little butterflies dance like that, and she had liked him well. This... this was different.