[She's too busy looking at the flowers to notice the jump, but even though his back remains turned to her, she raises a hand to point, taking a few steps closer to where he's currently working, her initial course momentarily forgotten.]
Those, there— the yellow ones. I grow them back home.
[If he'd had any doubt of who the voice belonged to, he might not any longer.]
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Those, there— the yellow ones. I grow them back home.
[If he'd had any doubt of who the voice belonged to, he might not any longer.]