[Dream takes her hand. The gesture is only a little stiff, a little awkward, but it isn't as though he's unpracticed with meeting new faces; though not always precisely in this way.]

The pleasure is mine. [He does not mind getting a bit of soil on his palms either, it would seem. Handshake completed, he retracts his arm.]

Your son has just informed me about the nature of Little Ladies' Day. You are making decorations for the celebrations? I might assist, if you like.