Elle chuckled and wiggled her fingers at 'Charming', giving him a smirk.
"I'll save you from de big icky vorms any time dearie," she teased lightly, "And I hope to save your poor garden too. You plant dem too rough." Although she teased him and thought rather lowly of him, she still found him amusing. And Elle was always nice. Even to someone who brought up bad memories. "Vant to trade twisted tales, darling? Ve were all talking about dem." She looked at the mermaid and her immediate enthusiasm, trying to suppress a smirk. Barking up such a dangerous tree... The forest nymph's doe eyes flashed a curious kind of gold as she glanced over at the flowers in his garden. The roughly laid plants righted themselves, sitting in their bed in neat rows, straight and tall, like children in a classroom.
"Much better," she murmured to herself.