Lust smiled, not unkindly at his honest admission. "It'll come naturally to you. Just relax." Her fingers slid easily between his, and she found herself enjoying the sensation of being this close to someone. It was almost familiar, though she couldn't recall any instance in the past where she'd held someone's hand and had it feel like this. She was at ease, but alert, and very much aware of everything around them. How curious to have such conflicting states of being exist in perfect harmony.

When the carriage came to a halt, Lust looked past her date at the beautifully engineered building before them. It was almost all glass, save for the gleaming white marble ornately carved into stone spires and filigree. What lay beyond those windows she couldn't tell; they were frosted with mist, holding a warm orange glow that beckoned invitingly.

The Moogles opened Flynn's door to let him out first, so Lust could follow in his wake.

Upon entering, there was a wash of warm, humid air that drove away the sharp February bite of winter. All around them was the sound of rushing water, trickling from intricately fashioned columns made to resemble the weather-worn stone of natural waterfalls. The foyer was small with twin falls ten feet in height on either side of the main entrance. These streams emptied into a clear pond lined with glittering coins tossed in by hopeful wishers, with a sign that said 'All fountain proceeds go toward improving and maintaining the garden. Admission is free!'

Lust looked at Flynn, shrugged, and removed a coin from her purse to flick it expertly into one of the pools. "Best make a wish~"