"Yes. And planning, of course, and going out and getting things to plant - where I grew up we often had to do a lot of soil enrichment before Earth life would even grow, but here that's been less of an issue. And watering and otherwise caring for the plants. Once they are planted."

"And in gardens I'm familiar with there is often non-plant decoration around the plants - stones, water features, that sort of thing? Does that count as gardening?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"And then of course," continues Linya with a perfectly straight face, "if one has planted any carrots, at the appropriate stage of development one must teach them to tapdance."

Linya beams.

Ekaterin beams back.

"Where is it that you typically teach carrots to dance?" inquires Linya.

"Unfortunately, I don't have any experience with dancing carrots."

"Aha. Where is your dancing-free garden, then?"

"Oh - not too far from the capital. Just a few hours by groundcar, and much less by air. We moved recently, for Tien's new job."

"Miles is going to teach me to fly a lightflyer but it's a little hard to arrange in the middle of the city. I don't know how to operate a groundcar either, but I tend to go with a bodyguard when I leave the house anyway and I suppose some of them can drive."

"I can't imagine needing a bodyguard."

"It took some getting used to. I used to go most everywhere outside constellation grounds in a force screen attached to a float-chair, but I gave it up when I got married. There I didn't expect to be attacked, it was mostly just a haut-lady status symbol thing - here, there is the risk that someone will ignore the fact that I am unarmed, a noncombatant, female, married to a Vor, etcetera, not to mention the fact that the war has been over since well before I was born, and decide that violence is the answer to their - confusion."

"I hope no one does that," she murmurs.

"Yes, so do I. But at any rate I take an Armsman along when clothes shopping or what have you. I can't help but wonder if they're bored - nothing requiring their protection has come up yet - but it seems rude to ask."

"I imagine they must be... but I suppose a bored bodyguard is better than the alternative...?"

"Enormously an improvement. Which is only another reason to regret the necessity. And I'd probably find it difficult to make transactions if I just reengineered my force-screen and went around embubbled whenever I left Vorkosigan House."

"Embubbled?" She smiles.

"The force-screens are spherical, can be made any of a variety of pleasing colors, and hover a bit off the ground since they're generated from float-chairs," explains Linya. "The effect is very bubble-like."

"That sounds cute."

"I don't think most haut-ladies would like their personal defensive equipment and status-broadcast to be described that way, but it is, a little. What's really cute is when little girls three and four years old get to be old enough to pilot the chairs and go zooming around bumping into each other deliberately, shouting at the top of their lungs, and then abruptly demonstrate total decorum when told that it's a requirement for going out in the chairs."

Ekaterin giggles.

"Male haut just go around with ghem guards in the same contexts ladies use bubbles, but it's much harder to ride those around at speed and crash into your friends."

"Oh dear, yes."