Though Mason had indeed sent Miss Warbeck an owl soon after their conversation at the Darrow party, at least about the information on the cat, he couldn't quite pin down when he would be able to bring along the cabbages as they were hardly seedlings at that point and fickle to grow to a point where they could be moved. Not to mention with the flurry of activity that was the end of the spring term, he had to put that on the back burner as it were and wait for the cabbages to be in a good place to transplant.

Fortunately had been able to pot them and bring them home at the conclusion of the school year. Only then had he been able to make arrangements to deliver them to Miss Warbeck, hoping the gnomes had not yet claimed her garden as their own. It with a slight fluster in his chest that he approached Miss Warbeck's home with a set of cabbages magically minimized to fit into a small crate that he carried against his chest. Why he was nervous he couldn't fathom but he did hope she wasn't too disappointed with how long it had taken him to sort the things he had promised. Their correspondence over the matter had seemed pretty easygoing, but it was sometimes hard to tell with only words on a page to look at and no expressions to read.

Knocking on the heavy wooden door, Mason unconsciously held his breath, unsure as to how this was going to go. A member of the staff opened the door and he announced his intentions for the visit, which seemed to do the trick and he was directed around to the gate at the side of the house where apparently Miss Warbeck was already waiting for him. Nodding his thanks, Mason headed in the indicated direction, peering over the wrought-iron fence with curiosity. "Hello?" He called hesitantly as he couldn't immediately see anyone upon first inspection of the garden. It was quite grand, he had to admit, and well kept so far as he could see, which immediately put a more self-assured smile on his face. Mason could always appreciate a well-maintained garden.