While recent events had left Simon feeling even more raw than he had after showing October why he'd done what had to her and that was quite a feat (although, he supposed, that may well have been because he didn't have the need to keep his guards up so much against a vindictive First here), and the message and wiping of the world send hi fleeing back to his Nimbus to bury himself in entirely pointless alchemy practice, the invitation that lights up his pendant makes him smile. Even if it is from a stranger, old instincts from what feels like another man's life make him inclined to trust anyone who's first thought when allowed to remake part of the world to their liking is inviting the land to tea.

Taking more care than he had in decades with dressing himself in one of the finer charcoal gray suits that had materialized in his room in recent weeks, actually bothering with tidying his hair so it didn't look like he had been dragged through a succession of rosebushes, he set out the way the message had indicated, the tension in his chest seeming to grow looser with each step.

When he came in sight of what he could only compare to a pixie colony grown large (although the..creatures? Inhabitants? were like nothing he had seen in Faerie, which was quite a thing in itself), he felt himself breaking into a grin in a way he hadn't in…well, no matter, his delight only growing as he followed the path through the grounds.

"Oh, this is magnificent work," he spoke mostly to himself, but his voice was loud enough that the creator and holder of this place could likely hear if they were near.