"Have you?" Warsman asked, with some surprise. "I would have thought that you would have memorised every possible route on the estate by your second week."

He'd barely spoken the words before he started to regret them. Robin had been here for a long while now, yes, but he'd already realised just how profoundly he'd changed in the intervening years. For all he knew, the man standing before him now hadn't even left the house in all of that time- and, God only knew, didn't need to be reminded of that fact by his clumsy observations.

Trying to make amends was, then, Warsman's utmost priority, even if it meant making himself sound like an idiot in the process. "This is going to sound incredibly ignorant, Robin," he started quickly, almost tripping over himself in his hurry to get the question out, "but what is a folly?" It's a horribly transparent cover-up and he knows it, but his intentions, hopefully, will be understood.