Mandy sent the books toward the box he'd pointed to, then picked up another, paging it open idly. "Do you have any books that aren't about plants?" She was teasing, of course, but most of his books were about something to do with plants, anyway.
"I really like your new flat," she said after a moment, pulling another handful of books from the shelf and packing them into a box. "Plus? Close. Well, closer." She gave him a glance over her shoulder. She was so glad that he was home, back in England instead of Merlin-knew-where, and close enough that she could see him nearly every day. "Not that you could be much closer than the St. M's greenhouse, but still."