"You had a tomato." Teagan looked genuinely remorseful as she stared over longingly at the stalk with the browning leaves. Then she clinked her glass against his and plunked down on the other side of him.
"I didn't give a fuck about gardening." She admitted loudly, lips pursed as she sat disgusted with herself over the lack of so many skills she had waved away and wished she knew now. Not that she couldn't learn. She could. But there weren't too many green thumbs around lately. "There's talk about a greenhouse?" she looked over at him hopefully.
"I would give anything for salsa. Fresh salsa. Not that shit from a jar." She puts her head back, pouring a copious amount of liquor into her mouth and gulping it down pitilessly .