Melinoë laughs something wicked, honestly debating if said fun would be worth it, because there's the off-chance that it won't even occur. And just her luck, the world would introduce fucking sunburn at the most inopportune moment.

She voices this aloud to Merlin while tying up the numerous strings into bows, one at each hip. "There." Satisfied, she sets about readying the soil, setting shoes aside and wiggling freed toes against the cool earth first.

From her kneeling position, Mel asks, "How long have you been doing this?"