"I give the plants a little help, keep the babies warm so they can thrive, weed things myself. It keeps me busy," Bill said with a shrug. "I've been here a little while, longer than some anyway."
They made it around in a small lap to where up the back was the gate that separated the much smaller patch from the main garden. "The things in here are best not touched unless you know what you're doing," Bill said as he leaned against the fence. "Some of them might bite back." A bite from a Mandrake would hurt something rotten.
Bill tugged his wand out of where it had been tucked into his belt at the middle of his back, twirling it in his fingers for a moment. "Cup of tea or coffee, love?" He offered.