"I just don't want to leave all that work to you," he explained, continuing to sketch it out. "I could add wheel attachments so it could switch between needle mode and wheel mode. Do you think that would work?"
He seemed pleased, closing his book and standing up. "Thanks, Z. I think it'll be good. I have some more work to do, but I'll start trying to block out time to work on it."
He grinned at him, his face lighter than it had been when they had first begun talking. "I need to go do some laundry," he told him. "I'll talk to you later."
June had made surprising progress, baskets of golden corn at the end of each row. As he approached, she pushed another one to the end of the row. She was panting, rubbing the back of her neck before climbing up the machine to empty the reservoir of the corn. She moved up with the speed of someone who had done this many times before, and as he watched, she dumped the reservoir into a waiting basket before replacing it and jumping back onto the ground. She paused to catch her breath, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the rows that she had left to do.
She looked over her shoulder and her eyes brightened as she saw him, dimpling at him. "You're back," she said affectionately, coming over to him. "How'd it go?"
She blinked in surprise before reaching up to plant a soft peck on his cheek. "That might be difficult," she mused, her hands on her hips. "But I'm certainly willing to try."
Her gaze flickered back up to him and she grinned at him, leaning into his touch. "Do you like them?" she asked tentatively, watching him nervously. "You don't have to."
This seemed to be a huge relief to her and her shoulders slumped as she turned and kissed the palm of his hand. "You do? You're not just saying that?"
She seemed incredibly relieved, nodding to herself. "Good. I thought you might, but I know it might be a little overwhelming..."
He ruffled her hair with a grin. He seemed happy, surprisingly. He liked the idea of a normal life. "It's perfect, June."
She beamed at him, tilting her head playfully. Her hair was still wet from the sprinklers. "I'm so glad," she told him quietly, her ears pricking up.
He went over to the device that harvested the corn, looking back at her. "Finneas is going to think of a way to make it easier to use magic to push this using the ground rather then physically.'
