“Quite, it’s just a matter of arranging them in a pleasing way that encourages growth.” He hummed a little, considering something else. “I had wondered if you intended to grow any vegetables or herbs. It would probably be quite convenient to have on-hand with all the cooking you do.” He added thoughtfully, some herbs were quite pretty to look at.
Llewellyn followed along, slouching a little as he shuffled the bag from one shoulder to another as Ignis led them towards the house. He was rather curious to see the place, having not been invited to see someone’s new home since Murdoch’s… Though part of that had been for a case due to an unfortunate situation with a ‘potato-cooking-room’ as George had called it. Ducking his head in a small nod, he grinned at the invitation. “Thank you, it looks like you’ve both been busy.” He added, eyes darting around curiously once they entered.
He unshouldered his bag to hang off the back of his chair, flipping over the flap to begin pulling books out. A couple of papers may have escaped out of the sides of one, floating forgotten to the floor… That was normal, he tended to leave a trail of notes in his wake wherever he went. There were a few books he’d managed to scrounge up from the historium that were familiar to him. Titles such as ‘The Gardeners Kalendar,’ or ‘Hardy Perennials and Herbaceous Borders’ could be found in the stack. Then there were his notebooks full of pressed flowers and a few notebooks he’d scrawled notes with ideas.
Taking off his hat and hanging it from a doorknob out of habit, he turned back a moment later to see Ignis setting out tea and far more pretzels than he would have expected to see. It was a pleasant surprise, his brows shooting up almost comically at the sight before smiling a little. “Oh, I expect you're right, much to think about and uh- discuss. Snacks are a must for optimal productivity!” He turned his chair slightly, sitting down and resting his arm on the back of it. “And those look delicious, Ignis.”
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Llewellyn followed along, slouching a little as he shuffled the bag from one shoulder to another as Ignis led them towards the house. He was rather curious to see the place, having not been invited to see someone’s new home since Murdoch’s… Though part of that had been for a case due to an unfortunate situation with a ‘potato-cooking-room’ as George had called it. Ducking his head in a small nod, he grinned at the invitation. “Thank you, it looks like you’ve both been busy.” He added, eyes darting around curiously once they entered.
He unshouldered his bag to hang off the back of his chair, flipping over the flap to begin pulling books out. A couple of papers may have escaped out of the sides of one, floating forgotten to the floor… That was normal, he tended to leave a trail of notes in his wake wherever he went. There were a few books he’d managed to scrounge up from the historium that were familiar to him. Titles such as ‘The Gardeners Kalendar,’ or ‘Hardy Perennials and Herbaceous Borders’ could be found in the stack. Then there were his notebooks full of pressed flowers and a few notebooks he’d scrawled notes with ideas.
Taking off his hat and hanging it from a doorknob out of habit, he turned back a moment later to see Ignis setting out tea and far more pretzels than he would have expected to see. It was a pleasant surprise, his brows shooting up almost comically at the sight before smiling a little. “Oh, I expect you're right, much to think about and uh- discuss. Snacks are a must for optimal productivity!” He turned his chair slightly, sitting down and resting his arm on the back of it. “And those look delicious, Ignis.”