Evie chuckles. "You got that right," because it could be said for pretty much most everyone, she supposed.

"It's a celebration of fertility, and that's always feminine. Spring, itself, too. I have to appreciate that." She came from a time before Women's Suffrage, and had even walked alongside some of the Suffragettes. She'd lived in a man's world for so long that she had to learn to celebrate the feminine aspects of her life, and even embrace them.

Very useful, too, when you were trying to assassinate someone.