Mason looked Dameon over for a moment. A reflexive searching gesture, a part of him unsure of leaving his daughter alone with a stranger, but no sooner had the thought cross his mind did it get pushed to the back of his mind. He hadn’t set off any of his heckles, he doubts he needed to worry too much. “Thanks, I really appreciate it! She should stay out of your hair for the most part.” He said with a nod. “But, yell if she starts getting out of hand. I’ll be back in a heartbeat.” He added before turning around to walk around the edge of the house to make it back to the front. This was a perfect opportunity really. He can move some of his equipment in with little question. The supply closet was perfect to hold some of his essentials. While he’d prefer to keep a lot of it in the compartment built in his van. Never know when you are trapped in your car with a bloodthirsty monster pounding on your window after all. It was with this thought that he unlocked the back of his van, hefting a box up with little effort before starting his inevitable treck of moving the boxes into their temporary home.<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile Lily was having the time of her life. She had already started thinking about what she was going to do with this tree house. Everything from moving her beanbag chair into where to hand what posters. Even wondering if she could put her nerf gun in the corner over there. This would be perfect for playing pirates, princesses….TEA PARTIES! How did she not think of this before? This would be a great place to host her famous tea parties. She could get daddy to come up, maybe she could even get Mr. Damon to join too! After having her world-famous princess cupcake he would surely want to be both her’s and daddy’s friend!<br/><br/><br/>She was practically giddy at the thought as she started to pick up large handfuls of leaves from falls past and throwing them out the little window. She was going to need a broom. This was not guest ready at all. She definitely couldn’t bring them up here until it’s all clean! She was taking a branch as a makeshift broom as she swept the larger debris out of the door. It was then she looked out to see that her dad wasn't out there any longer, neither was Mr. Damon. She had stopped in what she was doing to look around thinking she might see one of the two men somewhere before her eyes fell on the greenhouse. She didn’t understand why they call it a greenhouse. It wasn’t very green to her…Maybe it was green inside?<br/><br/><br/>It was this thought that had her small form scaling back down the ladder. She wasn’t going to touch anything so it wasn’t like she would be doing anything wrong. She was going to be a good girl after all. Miss-matched sneakers squeaked lightly as she took her first step inside, eyes bright and inquisitive as she took in the flowers and plants. She recognized some of the leafy plants inside. There were sage, spearmint, and rosemary too, her Gran grew those!<br/><br/><br/>The buzzing of bee’s making her tense slightly. She’d been stung before it hadn’t been pleasant. At least she wasn’t allergic like her daddy was. He got all puffy and had to use a big shot. It was kinda scary. And she thought it was bad enough it hurt. Worst that they had to die after doing it too. It made no sense why hurt somebody if it’s going to hurt you? Her daddy always said that was a question for someone much bigger then she was.<br/><br/><br/>She didn’t think it was.<br/><br/><br/>It was looking for the source of the buzzing that she found Mr. Damon carefully picking up the long purple stalks that she remembered her Granddad calling lavender. More so what made her little eyes widen as she scurried to a stand behind the plot of Spearmint behind him. Blue eyes wide and concerned. “Pst!” She hissed. “Pst! Mr. Damon!” She stage whispered as she eyed the bees. “Be careful there are bees there!” She whisper-shouted, crouching a bit as if she was some sort of secret spy sharing secrets with the other side.