Ophelia follows Toge's gesture to take in the scenery. It's honestly beautiful here, even in autumn's chill with the leaves turning yellow and red and...was that lavender?

She was well aware that the world didn't consist of Denmark and only Denmark, but lavender tree leaves still seemed peculiar.

And she watches wide-eyed as he uses the spoon to pay for a ride on...something she had no name for. "What is this? The metal carriage?"

The apartments did remind her of Helsingør in an odd way. Tall, imposing, and seeming to desperately seek out warmth. But she eagerly follows after Toge, eyes alight with curiosity.