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[mmquitecontrary]

Mary Lennox is kneeling outside the greenhouse; her gloved hands are covered in dirt, as are the knees of her stockings. There's a steadily increasing hole in the ground in front of her

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[smallestopener]

Ingress skips outside. She's wearing a tutu today, and a tiara. She has an extra one for Mary.

"Hi Mary!"

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary looks up and waves to Ingress, with one grimy hand.

"Hello, Ingress," she says, and her smile is bright. "I am gardening."

[smallestopener]

"Ooh, are you planting flowers?"

She comes over and stares at the dirt. Then she plonks the tiara on Mary's head. It's pinks and sparkly.

"I brought this for you!"

[mmquitecontrary]

"No, I am planting a tree to protect -"

Mary's eyes cross, rather, as she attempts to stare up at her own forehead.

"What is it?" she asks, a little warily.

[maxwellsdemon02]

A trowel thunks into the ground at Mary's feet. "Maybe this would help?"

[mmquitecontrary]

"It likely would," Mary agrees, looking up with a smile.

"I like using my hands, though - it is more friendly, somehow."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Really? I hate dirt under my fingernails. But I guess you get used to it."

He crouches next to her, braid swinging over one shoulder.

"What are you up to, anyway? Besides planting, I mean. That's sort of obvious. Why now?"

[mmquitecontrary]

"I do not mind it," Mary says, and turns half around to put a gentle hand on the sapling.

"I am planting a tree - it is an apple tree; and Will Stanton said it is one of the sorts of trees that protects against the Dark, so I am putting it by the greenhouse door."

Hastily, lest the wrong impression be gotten here: "I sent a letter to Mr. Bernard. And he said I might."