Gemotions

The audacity of it all! After years of ignoring her, the notoriously grumpy Mr. Davies was suddenly all smiles, hat in hand, and asking if he could utilize a strip of her land. To grow… *herbs*?

A series of involuntary snorts escaped Amelia. She struggled to keep a straight face. She pictured him, hunched over, attempting to coax life from the soil. The image was simply delightful.

"Well, Mr. Davies," she said, her voice laced with amusement, "I suppose we could make that work." She leaned against the doorframe, a genuine grin spreading across her features.