She didn’t mind being outside and doing work. Sure, the day was really nice. The sun was out and things were clear, if a bit hot. Anyone would most likely rather be swimming in the river or just lazing the day away in the shade. But Mouse had absolutely no problem with doing the farm work. Even while the sun was beating down, she didn’t care. She felt that she needed to take advantage of her time while she was in working condition. With the recent threat of relapse, the scenery she’d gotten was the inside of her bedroom more often than not. She hadn’t gone outside much, let alone done the work that she was so used to doing. Her companions had been pills and syringes instead of sunshine and hard work. It had been a terrible time. Now, the sunshine and daily work called to her like a siren song. And as long as she was able to, she was going to go out and meet the day head on.
“Oh really?” she said. “I imagine that a nice swim would be perfect during this kind of weather.” Obviously he was kidding. Grey was always up before the sun. He likely did the most work out of anybody. It was something that she’d always admired, though she’d never actually said as much to him. His question made her smirk the slightest bit. A bit of a cancer joke came to mind. She was quite tempted to say, Oh, you know. The usual. Just curing cancer. But she thought better of it. Even if it was “okay” to make those kinds of jokes when you were the one with the actual disease, they didn’t always sit well with the people you spent your time with. “Oh, you know. The usual...” Mouse shrugged the slightest bit. “Figuring out the meaning of life. Funny thing was, it really did turn out to be 42. I was positively shocked.”