"It's the season for it," Murphy answers with very little enthusiasm. They're leaves. They're everywhere. And he's probably going to see a lot of them when he has to rake.

He mostly just shrugs at the next comment. "Field trip, huh? Hope you remembered to bring your parents' permission slip." A couple ducks waddle towards the shore not far. Murphy tears off some bread to toss to them, but they seem mostly unimpressed with the groundskeeper's meager offerings. "The leaf thing is the standard seasonal tour that most of the tourists go for. Our guide does private hikes all over the property and surroundings, though."

Which from what he understands is generally to keep people from getting lost constantly.