She nodded, "Alright. I'm going to check on the volunteer, see if I can tell what it is yet, make sure the ferals haven't left any more presents, and I'll be in. Half hour, maybe."

It was closer to 45 minutes, because she'd found that the volunteer plant was, in fact, a pumpkin, and had one fruit on it, which meant she'd had to find a couple of stakes and some bed-liner fabric to make a hammock for it so that it wasn't resting all of its growing weight on the dirt right away.

Even once she'd washed her hands in the kitchen sink, she hesitated before asking: "Anything I can do to help?"