Daffy hung the refused apron back up with a chuckle. She hummed along to herself as she started weeded the plots across from Billie and his watering can. He seemed to have gotten the hang of it after a few tries and the plants that had gotten a little more certainly wouldn't suffer from it. They had a pretty good drainage system worked out.

"Tap's right there if you need more" She motioned back toward the faucet with a lazy flick of her wrist, figuring he could handle it- or ask for him if he couldn't. "How old are you now Mr. Farrow?" Daff asked absentmindedly, wondering if he would be off to Hogwarts soon or not. That would be tricky she supposed, considering his lot in life, but then again, if he did as many errands and odd jobs between now and then, he likely could scrape by for a few years. She knew her mum always gave him a little extra when she could.

"Gentle near those purple ones," Daff motioned to a little orchid plant down the way. "They're fragile." It was an airy request, but she'd been carefully cultivating them herself and they were tricky!