"Of course not far," he says easily, gesturing with a piece of food on his fork before popping it in his mouth. 

"There's plenty to see within the church walls," he talks with food in his mouth, a few tufts of his hair standing up from the back of his head. "Someone here has green fingers, because the must be over a gazillion different flowers!" He winks at Sarah, the very picture of casual nonchalance that can only be achieved through practice and precision.

He still isn't quite sure how he'll get rid of the 'little one' label, but Sarah has at least given him the opportunity to distinguish himself from a proper 'little one'. He'll just have to take care of her a little, be all mature and everything and before he knows it Kiel will realise he's not a kid any more.