[She looks up to him with those big goo goo eyes and simply stares. Blank as printer paper nestled fresh in the tray.

Richie falters. A scowl he'd expect, a beleaguered groan, or even a bygones-are-bygones sigh and smile. They haven't met since the tellyphone hullabaloo, surely there'd be more spitfire than this.]

Did I question your weed-picking capabilities? Sorry. Beggin' your pardon, just shocked to find you out in this garden. [He bends at the knees, joining her in a curious crouch and casting a skeptical eye on the water.] Just an awful long trip is all. If you wanted swimming water Flona Cove's a cheaper ticket.