[Gale is, as expected, in the garden when she arrives— kneeling down near the roses with his sleeves rolled up past his elbows, though he looks up and brightens immediately at the sound of her voice, smiling broadly as he pushes himself to his feet and dusts his hands off in front of him.]
Welcome home, darling.
[He moves to meet her, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against the side of her mouth, lingering when he catches a whiff of what she's smuggled home in the bag.]
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Welcome home, darling.
[He moves to meet her, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against the side of her mouth, lingering when he catches a whiff of what she's smuggled home in the bag.]
That smells absolutely divine.