James untucked himself from the hearth and grinned crookedly at Lily across the room. "I'm social," he insisted, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I'm just picky about who I'm social with, sometimes. Especially after work."
With a raise of his eyebrow, James loped across and flung himself down on one of the faded, overstuffed sofas facing the fire. He shuffled slightly, peering at Lily over the back. He couldn't help but laugh fondly the sight of her, covered in a light dusting of dirt. "Greenhouse three is still on good form, then?"