I highly doubt that. Pink will always look better on you. On me, it just looks like I'm blushing. Or that I just spent ten minutes getting my ass handed to me by Felix or Ingrid. But fine, I'll wear the hat. But if I get eaten by a tentacle-y mushroom god, I'm holding you responsible.

[ Pushing back from the garden bed, he rests back on his heels and glances over his shoulder at her to flash her a quick grin. There's a smudge of dirt over one of his eyebrows and there's a definite hint of freckles darkening over his cheeks from his time spent out in the sun. ]

You're not interrupting my concentration. I can talk and weed at the same time. I'm actually pretty adept at it. Besides, talking makes the work go quicker. Have a seat. Did you have something on your mind or were you just missing my mesmerizing company? [ He casts her a playful wink at that. ]