Beau glanced back over his shoulder as she spoke. He furrowed his brow slightly and glanced back down at the pot. The Aurellian servants didn’t typically volunteer their opinions that way, or at least one had never tried to correct him.
“Do you keep a garden, Miss Morrigan?” He responded lightly, continuing to do exactly what he’d been planning on doing. The workstation would be a mess, yes, but that was part of the enjoyment of it. He looked back at her again with a sort of neutral curiosity. It seemed like all of the Aurellians were plant people, with their agrarian tendencies and their love of nature, he wouldn’t be surprised if she did. "It seems to be quite a common undertaking here, gardens."