Swan smiled softly up to him. Maybe, if she thought about it, or got up the nerve to do it, she'd post something in the network about a get-together.
But she doubted she'd find the nerve to do it alone.
Smiling again to him, Swan shifted down a little to start on a new row, carefully working the seeds and the dirt. She knew she'd want to go in soon; this was tiring work. But she could keep it up a bit longer, and keep the man company. Or let him keep her company; truthfully, she wasn't sure which way it was.