"Well, as garden features go, stones are pretty permanent. Better than etching runes onto garden gnomes or plastic flamingos, that's for sure."

He hunkers down next to the stones to take a closer look. He's hardly an expert on her world's type of magic, but the runes- yes, they seem to be the same.

"Nice job. You a big gardener, then? You don't look the type, but then, I guess a green thumb isn't strictly limited to wholesome plump forty year olds who shoulda been born in the Shire."