"And how can I help you, dove?" Camille's French accent filled the small green house as you opened the door. You and him had been friendly to each other for a while since you'd moved in as his next door neighbor.

He'd been giving you spices and herbs, as well as asking you frequently to come visit his green house.

He was in the back, a pencil between his lips and his glasses falling down his nose as he studied a drawing of a plant he'd made. "Finally come to learn something?"