[which is fine, he would much prefer keeping his problems (mostly) to himself rather than bothering someone else with them, but he will eventually circle back around to it once he's found the proper moment to interject again.]

Gosh, I sure hope they don't expect that from us! Even if I wanted to, with a high enough drive and nearly no refractory period, I don't think I could keep up every day and all day. [he snickers, sneaking another quick drink of his tea afterward before continuing,] I don't want to say it would get monotonous but... [well, that's the word that comes to mind when considering it.]

No, they probably wouldn't. In fact, I'd imagine some of the people might like the help, given how large this garden is. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, though, you say... [sizhui lets that remark trail off, an enthusiastic grin overtaking his expression as he removes the coffee from where it sits, moves to stand, sets the cup aside then he steps down onto the little grassy patch around the gazebo they're seated in. after kneeling, he reaches with his free hand and presses it palm down, a soft blueish-green glow emanating from beneath it, and once he lifts his hand, a pretty daisy sprouts from the spot of dirt he'd just touched.]