"Ohh okay. Where I come from there's lots of reasons for people to be particularly small, so I wasn't sure." She shrugs. "I've landed on farming, I think. Partly because of the famine and partly because I can do this."

She holds out an upturned fist to Mary, then opens her fingers. As she does, a beautifully full and fluffy red camellia flower spontaneously blooms in her hand.

"For you! If you want it, of course. I think it'd look gorgeous in your hair."