[The smoothness of his reply twitches the first and faintest of smiles in return, though it fades as she looks at the tree.

That... looks nothing like the trees she knows.]

Okay. [A breath.] It's no conifer, I'd keep it warm. Let it tan for five hours daily and see how that goes. [Her brow furrows -- this is a rare moment when she kind of knows what she's talking about.]

How many stones've you got in the bottom to drain the water?