She tilted her head, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. It's not as bad as I made it sound. It's not like you kissed me, or anything."
Eli cleared his throat, setting the lumber by the desk. "I'm going to go wash, Aug. Watch out for her, will you?" "I'm not going to make her run a kilometer with ten pounds of lumber, if that's what you mean."
It seemed like good quality wood, if not a bit dirty. Aspen wouldn't truly know; her work was in mechanical parts, not wood.
She frowned, scratching her chin. "I think I can make a planter.. I've never made one before but it can't be too hard."
"I don't have a complicated life, so not really. I made up your bed, if you want to eat in there...?"
She smiled slightly before patting his head playfully. "You're very sweet, you know. I'll be okay, though."
