Glancing up at the sound of approaching footsteps, the older woman raised the back of her hand to her brow, rubbing at sweat that started to prickle her skin. At the sight of Joe practically mirroring her, she smiled gently. He looked like he just rolled out of someone else's bed. As if she could forget the prom last night; she had to cook for hours to make enough finger food for everyone, let alone the prep time. There was a reason she preferred to work in a restaurant than with a catering company. Gert remembered her first prom, and she bet she looked something like he did then the next morning: hungover; wearing the same clothes... She doesn't remember asking stupid questions though.
"Good morning, Josiah," Gert greeted, returning to select a tomato from the vine. At least he didn't say she was picking fruit - if she had a nickel. Pausing to squeeze one, she inspected it briefly for imperfections before relocating it to her basket. Raising his gaze, she wondered for a moment why he would still be strolling around, until she recognized the uneasy look on his face. Settling back onto the ground, she pulled off her gloves and rested them at the foot of the tomato plants. "Have a nice night with Gus?" She probed, subtly emphasizing the name.