Al beamed and followed Neville's plain, old-fashioned letters down between the benches filled with seedlings and soil and empty pots. He smelled coffee and it made him smile as much as Uncle Neville's words did.
The next round of writing made Al's smile widen even more. "It's good to see you back!" he voiced. "How are you?"
He sniffed at the warm, earthy smell of coffee happily and set the box of papers down. "Could you use some mulch?"