She was much a child in filling the box, delighting in the soil between her fingers, the feel of dirt and rocks as the scent filled the air. It was living, and life and she cherished it now that she had her life to live once more.

So caught up, the sound is distant to her, focused on working and Cain.

"I want to learn. If nothing else, maybe I can cook for Glitch when he comes over for... you know," she said, not speaking of it much these days. It was there. Waiting. Glitch wasn't.

She paused, looking up at Cain.

"I... What is that," she asked, sitting back on her heels, nose wrinkling with a frown. "Is that normal?"