He'd found plenty here to keep his attention really, then there was always through the doors. Sometime Bill went to great lengths to avoid thinking about home, about the war raging there and his family torn apart. It was too hard to think about and Bill was so good at distractions.
Nyx was just about the most wholesome heterosexual in the village and Bill laughed, as he lay his hands on his hips. He explained what he was looking for and he nodded along, already walking down one of the small paths. Companion planted with the tomatoes were chives and basil, so the smell in that part of the garden was probably the best. Lucky he had bird proofed the area with some charms because the tomatoes were just as Nyx had asked for and Bill gently picked a ripe one. "How does this look?"