“Very well.” Ein uttered as he shifted, continuing to pull weeds from the flower bed. His hair fell back into place, it almost seemed a wonder he could see anything. The fox was making quick work of the weeds. He was working on the bed of edibles, the rows of untended vegetables were apparent by this point. He was however starting into a section that seemed more unruly than the rest. His ears and tail flicked and twitched as he carefully started to pick through the thick plants, plucking out the weeds and some of the overgrowth. Though he set the overgrowth aside rather than into the bin.