[Palamedes, who is a very polite and good friend, says nothing about this extremely overt behavior. Mostly because he doesn't even have to say anything, it's already there, all he has to do is arch an eyebrow and wait.

A garden where the plants move around and make noises, though, that's a concept? Like, in the way that a bowl of cereal is like if a fresh baked pie was cold and full of loose milk, which is to say: that's nothing, Gideon. Very good try, though.]

For the record, I've read more novels featuring romantic garden moments than romantic farm moments. You know, for future reference. For storytelling.

[And whatever else.]