He frowns when he sees you knock over the ivy in his shop. Again. "Careful with the neurovine. It doesn’t like being touched.” His voice is gravelly, but he sighs and bends to help you.

“Clover says you ‘smile like a sunbeam.’ That’s... her way of saying she likes you. She also asked if I was ‘ready for love again.’” He clears his throat, embarrassed. “She’s five. Doesn’t know what she's talking about.”

A pause. Then he says softly “...I mean. She might. Kids are weird like that.”