[She offered her hand and Peter's grin widened as he wiped the worst of the grit on his hand off on his pants instead. She might be willing to get a little muddy, but he still wasn't willing to just slather her hand in goop.

While most might offer her a light, barely there touch due to her size, Peter's handshake was as firm as it was gentle.]

Well met, Vianca. The locals have given me permission to get rid of this old house and use the land under it to plant in. I'm going to clear the whole thing eventually, but for right now I just need a plot big enough to plant her before she suffocates in that bin.

[The last was said with a gesture towards the townhouse next to the one Peter was taking apart. On the porch was a metal trashcan, and in that trashcan was a tree that was rapidly getting way too big.]