"I was actually just gonna straight up do Cotton Candy but Hydrangea would have been neat too! It's about the dirt they're in? I thought it was just different kinds."

“Yeah, you can adjust their colors by changing the soil PH.  Maman would pour soil acidifier by some of them.  That’d turn them blue.  Took a year.”

"Neat!"

“Er.  Sorry, I’m rambling.”

"I've never had a garden... I think I wouldn't like having to dig in the dirt and wait a really long time for anything to happen but I'm glad some people like it. I do buy myself flowers sometimes."

“I used to help out in it, but it was really for her benefit, you know?  I didn’t mind it, but I didn’t love it so much that I’d get one of my own.  Even if I didn’t live in the city.  What kind of flowers do you like?”

"My favorite are irises. And foxgloves are good too especially if you have all the different colors they come in together."

Foxgloves, irises.  Foxgloves, irises.  I can remember that.  Foxgloves like mittens for vixens…irises, like you’re looking at a fox with gloves on.  Got it.

”Both of those are good choices.  And they grow around here, too.”

"Oh neat, I figure everything grows everywhere if you've got a greenhouse but it's fun if they can be in people's yards."

“If I hadn’t known that you were a city girl already…” Tim pretends to shake his head sadly, but can’t quite hide a smile.

"Hey, there's yards in cities. Atlanta's got a ton of trees."

“Mmm-hmm.”  It’s clearly a teasing hum, and he’s definitely grinning.

"It's the treest city in the country."

“I had no idea.  I must’ve been let down by the Vermont public school system.”

"That's okay, the Georgia public school system didn't tell me a single thing about Montpelier. Maybe they have beef. Maybe they're ignoring each other on purpose."

Little giggle dignified manly chuckle.  “It’s jealousy, probably.  Atlanta is jealous of our cows.  And we’re jealous of Atlanta’s trees.”

"You know, I don't think I saw any cows on the drive in."

“Well, what if a Georgian came by and decided to try her hand at cattle rustling?  We’ve got to hide them.”

"Aha. I don't know if the autonomous car would've let me, though. I'd have to carry the whole cow by myself."

“Wrong time of year for weight-focused cattle rustling, anyway.  If your limit is weight you need to come back in Spring, when we have calves around.  And since you need an alibi…”

"Awww, baby cows..."

“We’ve got farms where you can pet them!”

"I should pet a baby cow," she says, nodding seriously. "Important milestone I haven't gotten to."

“I’m sure your family will understand being left for a baby cow.  They’re so cute, and they lick you.”

"Eep!" she giggles. "I didn't know that! They just lick people like dogs do?"