[As long as the flowers can recover from being combed through, anyway.] Hey, I'm being careful...! [ Nevertheless, Asbel lets up a little, trying to be more cautious about what he's doing.]

But, you're right; they really are. At this rate, we'll be seeing another blossomgale in no time!

[And there it is again. A soft peep-peep-peep coming from somewhere in the garden. It's not the sort of sound you'd expect from anything large or dangerous, but rather the call of a small, young animal. Asbel peers around his hands, but there's nothing there but stems and soil. Maybe Sophie can see it from where she is.]

Did you hear that?