Damon nodded in acknowledgement, scratching his prickly chin. He watched the small girl play in the old tree-house, memories of his own child-hood flashing briefly before his eyes. The little house probably had cobwebs and a mess of leaves in it, he hadn't so much as touched it in over a couple of decades. Faded paint peeled off the sides, the color dull and reminiscent of what it used to be. Watching Lilly play brought a wave of nostalgia through him and he couldn't help but smile. It was nice to see someone so trapped in their own little world without the worry of outside responsability and other worries.<br/><br/>"It's no problem. That old thing needs a little love anyway, god knows I outgrew the thing like twenty years ago." He replied. "And don't worry. I kinda have a weird schedule too. I'm like the town handy-man around here! Gettin' called to people houses to help 'em with their gardens and taking care of pests you know?" It wasn't technically a lie. Damon was no stranger to hiding his true colors as far as his heritage was concerned but now that he was actually living with normal humans he was gonna have to be more careful. No more summoning random things from the cupboards, or lights charms floating around the house... God, how was he going to do the dishes? He never did them by hand anymore- all he had to do was wave his hands and everything would work it's self out. This was going to be a bit harder then he thought now that he really took the time to think about it. He frowned at himself, furrowing his eyebrows. He thought about the basement. That's where he had all his magical items and books- he'd certainly have to lock it now. He didn't want to just tell them to not go in it, how creepy would that sound? He'd just have to put a locking charm on it...<br/><br/>"Ah, well don't let me keep ya. I think I'll work on the garden now that I mentioned it- help you out a little by watching her while you unload. How's that sound?" Damon offered, shaking himself from his thoughts.<br/><br/>He didn't waste anytime getting down to business. Damon often took pleasure in gardening, pruning and harvesting some of his plants. He put a few baskets up on a longer table he'd set by the wall, going along the rows of plants one by one. He had a few vegetable for his own use, tomatoes and peppers. The green house was of medium size, all of his bigger plants hugging the walls and the smaller ones like herbs and flowers in plots down the middle. Lavender made the air smell fragrant and fat bee's rubbed their little bodies along the purple stalks, buzzing contently before moving to their next task. He had a lot of sage, a staple of his shop, along with other herbs like spearmint and rosemary. Damon left the doors open, even propping open a couple of the windows. It was a little annoying having to actually search for and pick tools up rather then summoning them. It felt a bit silly actually, he was so used to just holding out his hand and having the right tool float to his fingers, he had to stop himself a few times out of sheer habit. He put stalks of lavender in a smaller basket, taking care not to agitate the bee's too much.