It was a sort of catch-as-catch-can feeling in the greenhouse this morning, and Mo only paused long enough to dump his satchel and slip on his gloves before striding across the space to where the professor was at work.

"Hullo, Professor. Awfully brisk outside today, isn't it? Do you want me to take your trimmings to the compost heap?" Her bucket was looking kind of full, wasn't it? And Mo wanted to stay close in case the directions changed.