Asta and Chiara are not plow horses. They're very pointedly not plow horses, and Zevlor rather thinks Asta would be insulted if presented with a plow, and so it's been Zevlor himself that's spent the last day and a half (not including rest breaks) digging up a large patch in the yard for a garden. The work has him sweaty and breathless, and so Anthem gets treated to the sight of him coming indoors, flinging his shirt into the laundry and immediately pouring cool water over his own upper body, so...enjoy that, perhaps?

"It's all tilled," he says. "And I put in the fenceposts. I think if we want fruit trees we could probably hire a dryad in Grey Ward. Or ask one of the other Visitors, one who has plant-growing powers? But for now, I thought we could plant the rest ourselves."

He's let her choose more than half of what they're putting in the ground. There were some vegetables he wanted, and he has a soft spot for foxgloves, but aside from that she's been more or less set loose in the garden shops with a purse full of Bones.

"So now you have to come help me pick places for everything. Unless there are still plants you wanted to get?"