*Jonas*
By the end of the day, I have the garden looking the way I think a garden ought. Fire Moon seems to agree with me, complimenting me on my excellent sense of landscape design and knowledge of the different vegetables. Telling me that they really needed someone with knowledge of things like that.
Typhon, on the other hand, can’t be prodded into uttering even the most grudging words of praise. In fact, the only noise he makes at all is a rather strangled groan that sounds a bit like: “My tomatoes."
"Your tomatoes had gone wild,” I return, thoroughly exasperated with this man. Seriously why can’t he just be grateful.
“I liked them wild,” He shoots back, making a face like I have insulted him personally.