Stephen makes a thoughtful noise. “There was a rooftop garden back home — my predecessor had a green thumb, although I haven’t much of one. It’s a good idea, though.”
Things he’s never had to consider: the passing of the seasons, the warming temperatures, the right time of year to plant a herb. He’s had to learn all these names and how to identify them: Arbor Blessing, spindleweed, witherstalk, rashvine. How to distill a restorative draught, and not just scribble a requisition for one from the hospital pharmacy.
In short: so much more work.
But he doesn’t seem to mind it, still unpacking these boxes, putting their contents in the right place, asking Derrica if he’s not sure where they should go. And if Derrica had another reason to come down here and speak to him— he lets the conversation lapse into a companionable silence, and lets her come to it at her own pace.
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Things he’s never had to consider: the passing of the seasons, the warming temperatures, the right time of year to plant a herb. He’s had to learn all these names and how to identify them: Arbor Blessing, spindleweed, witherstalk, rashvine. How to distill a restorative draught, and not just scribble a requisition for one from the hospital pharmacy.
In short: so much more work.
But he doesn’t seem to mind it, still unpacking these boxes, putting their contents in the right place, asking Derrica if he’s not sure where they should go. And if Derrica had another reason to come down here and speak to him— he lets the conversation lapse into a companionable silence, and lets her come to it at her own pace.