"Not yet," she answers, and stops to carefully pry apart a clump of bulbs that will do better if they're separated. "You're going to dig holes, though."
"I guess I am," amiably. "May as well start earning my keep."
He nudges the loose soil aside with the back of the trowel, the way he's seen her doing. Digs deeper. The motion is unfamiliar, for which he's strangely grateful. Angle the blade downward, sliding under; push with the heel of your hand. Lever a handful of dirt loose, lift it out. It's not difficult - just not something he can do without thought, without noticing.
"Sure," she says. This time it's a little warmer, a little more amused, a little 'I could bicker with you about something in there, but am choosing not to.'
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Date: 2019-03-07 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-03-07 03:15 am (UTC)He nudges the loose soil aside with the back of the trowel, the way he's seen her doing. Digs deeper. The motion is unfamiliar, for which he's strangely grateful. Angle the blade downward, sliding under; push with the heel of your hand. Lever a handful of dirt loose, lift it out. It's not difficult - just not something he can do without thought, without noticing.
It helps a little.
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Date: 2019-10-29 11:18 pm (UTC)