Ned is resting with his back to an apricot tree in full bloom, his lap full of flowers, fingers idly lacing together some Queen Anne's lace. He does not hear Daneel's approach, staring into thin air with a distant, unreadable expression. When Daneel says his name he looks up, eyes brightening with recognition.

"Hey."

He sets aside the flowers in his hands, notices just how much his garden has grown since he last drew out of his thoughts enough to notice. The honeysuckle has draped and dangled its way between the branches of the trees, closing his resting spot off from view of the woods. He turns to Daneel and says, with a wry smile:

"I hope pollen doesn't interfere with your circuitry?"