Willow's herb garden, Cair Paravel, Tuesday afternoon
Fresh air was good. Willow liked fresh air, even if it came in a form with guards watching over her in a discrete-yet-obvious-to-anyone-wanting-to-cause-trouble sort of way. With a baby on the way Willow suspected she was about to enter a stretch where sitting outside and enjoying the sun wouldn't be the highest item on her to do list.
Which was why, when the time came that she could talk in a BFF-to-BFF fashion with Xander, she picked a bench by her herb garden.
This also allowed her to write up notes on how to take care of the garden in case she was unable to keep an eye on it. After all, it wasn't like she could simply email her spreadsheet. Such was the way of things when you had to hide your technology.
[ooc: For the BFF]
Which was why, when the time came that she could talk in a BFF-to-BFF fashion with Xander, she picked a bench by her herb garden.
This also allowed her to write up notes on how to take care of the garden in case she was unable to keep an eye on it. After all, it wasn't like she could simply email her spreadsheet. Such was the way of things when you had to hide your technology.
[ooc: For the BFF]