[It's not like she hits them on purpose. She's aiming for the house. The poor flowers are the unintentional victims of her accuracy. Besides, shouldn't a garden tended by the grim reaper be stronger than a teenage girl? Can't the goddess of death ooga booga some mojo into these plants? This is really Krav's fault for not asking the queen for help.]

I like it when you plant those too. They're easy to see when I stand on my toes.

[And she demonstrates, standing on her tip toes and then abruptly falling to all fours when she sees-nope. It's just a rock. A big, white rock, that she carefully pulls out from behind some blooming plants, and holds out for him to take.

There?? She's helping?? Is he happy now? Does that bit of manual labor cover his monthly homeowner's payment?]

The purple ones are my favorite.