Perhaps she ought to finish up, and maybe clean up, to head in and get something before dinner was over. "Not at all," Daff chuckled fondly, glancing at the cabbage who was still happily munching on his plant scraps. "Got me pretty good," she held out her forearm for Noble to see the circle of teeth marks. Only one or two had bled a little, but nothing too bad. She was sort of used to it by now after raising him all year.

"But I think the bigger space will be good for him," and Professor Skeeter would look after him all summer for her, which was helpful. Daff started to collect her tools, piling them into her basket haphazardly, so they could head back inside, when she heard the telltale sign of rain hitting the roof of the greenhouse. It wasn't surprising, a downpour this time of year, but she really wasn't in the mood to walk back in it. Plus it was one of her favorite sounds on Earth.

She left her basket out of Hector's reach and moved to the big sink on the end wall to wash her hands. "Do you mind waiting to see if it stops? I'm too tired to get soaked walking back." She laughed quietly, watching the rivulets running down the panes of the greenhouse against the darkening backdrop of the evening sky for a moment before turning back to Noble as she dried her hands on her apron.