Eddie's House: May / Eddie
With only lace over the windows of her bedroom at home, the east-facing windows allowed the sun to wake her up in the mornings. Just like it had every morning. She only had one clock in her entire home, and it wasn't in her bedroom - she just didn't need it. There were other ways for her to mark the passing of time. If it had been cloudier or even rainy, she might have been later for her meeting with Eddie. As it was, the sky was light but the sun was still rising as she made her way toward his house. It was still cool, but with hints of warmth that would grow with the day.
Much the opposite of Eddie, she could never imagine living in a city. She'd been through them a number of times over the years, and they always left her tired and a little sad. They were loud and bustling, even when they were considered 'quiet', with people who not only had lost their connection to each other, but also to the world around them. She needed space that wasn't paved over, and air to breathe that wasn't clogged with things that made her lungs burn. Certain small-town prejudices aside, Repose was just about the right size for her.
She was used to walking, and so the distance from her home to Eddie's wasn't anything close to daunting. She made the journey easily, even carrying her largest basket, filled with certain gardening-related things inside, stalks of a split Lewisia poking out the back. It was really the wrong time of year to be splitting and transplanting, but she had enough faith that she could overcome whatever shock the plant might suffer. She was wearing an outfit that any fashional person would likely be horrified by: wide-legged pants out of a material that was heavy enough to stand up to the work she did, a shirt that buttoned, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of rubber gardening clogs that she could slip off easily if she wanted to feel the dirt under her feet. Hair in a loose braid over her shoulder, she looked very much like a women who cared about her plants more than her own appearance.
Not that Eddie could be said to look much more fashionable at the moment. Between the robe and the hat, she had to shake her head a little upon seeing him. About to comment, her attention diverted to the though of coffee and the dog. A shake of her head for the drink, and then a question. "Is she on duty?" Maybe an unexpected question from someone that lived in a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere, but even she realized the benefits of the internet. "Also, I hope you're okay getting dirty. I'm not doing this for you." Which was a lie of sorts - she'd be there through each step.