Everything except that one little thing: He didn’t kiss her. He continued not kissing her as she finished with the last seed. There was no kissing at all as he helped her stack her collection of unbroken dirty little clay pots together, and then brought them back to the work area, where they’d be sent to be scrubbed by one of the undergardeners. He didn’t kiss her when she washed her hands, and after she’d finished, he handed her the towel to dry them off without so much as a word.
