One side of his lips curve up in a lopsided smile. "Better to wear your old pair of Wellies. You're feet will keep warm and you won't ruin anything nice traipsing through the muck."

Because there'd be dirt and grime and damp and all the things Young Ladies of Caliber seldom are allowed. Then again, he imagines that's the point of any such excursion. Somehow, he never minded dirt and grime outside, where it belonged.