“I see that.” He nodded and gazed down the long garden. “This is all edible?” “You can ingest it all, yes.” He pushed his glasses up his nose and frowned at me. “What’s that mean?” I laughed and poked his hard chest. “It means, if you want to steal from my garden, you best know your plants. You might end up eating something you shouldn’t.” “Eisley.” His expression darkened. “Are you hoarding…”
