His approach is audible as he comes crunching through the trees, a few plastic bags slung over his arm. He lights up at finally seeing them - or at least at seeing Greta. "You're not here!" He's been criss-crossing the Ramble longer than he'd hoped; finding his way out is one thing, but locating one random patch of bramble amidst all of it is a little more difficult
Lapsing into silence, he hands one of the bags to Greta. There's some hot dogs wrapped in foil inside, along with three bottles of water, one of which is half-empty. He never really stopped for food or drink this evening either. Reaching into the other, he pulls out a new pair of gardening shears. "These'll never work."
He hopes they will, anyway. Who knows with curses?
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His approach is audible as he comes crunching through the trees, a few plastic bags slung over his arm. He lights up at finally seeing them - or at least at seeing Greta. "You're not here!" He's been criss-crossing the Ramble longer than he'd hoped; finding his way out is one thing, but locating one random patch of bramble amidst all of it is a little more difficult
Lapsing into silence, he hands one of the bags to Greta. There's some hot dogs wrapped in foil inside, along with three bottles of water, one of which is half-empty. He never really stopped for food or drink this evening either. Reaching into the other, he pulls out a new pair of gardening shears. "These'll never work."
He hopes they will, anyway. Who knows with curses?