At this late hour, Henry is in the garden, which he's spent most of the afternoon weeding and tidying, trimming dead limbs off of a plant here, a plant there, uprooting and transplanting another elsewhere, and frowning at the plants that never stood a chance. Now, though, the hard work is behind him and he's about to get to the fun part when Leander asks a question meant for someone else, surely.

The lumbering old man, noting that there isn't anyone else the boy could be talking to, simply grunts and keeps going about his business.