This early it is not so rare for someone else to be in the garden and as she has always, Adelaide minds the rough shape and trajectory of the young man but continues her exercise. The garden is not hers alone by any means and so long as no one bothers her or sics a templar on her? There is no true reason to mind. It is, however, curious that he's doing...something?

Carrying a cup of spiders.

Frost blooms in her palm, solidifies, begins to take the shape of a web after an idle thought. Curiosity bids her speak which is somewhat unusual but multitasking is as good a focus drill as any. "I suppose here is better for them than the cupboards."