Hetty's garden.
'Man, these flowers are growing nicely!' Hetty muttered as she tended to her flowers.
'Don't look now, but there appears to be a butterfly on your head.' Granger said.
Hetty giggled. Letting the butterfly rest on her finger. 'Aw, a common butterfly. They fly around here when my flowers are blooming.'
Smiling. 'Get any other bugs in here?'
'Well, ladybugs do sometimes show up. Sometimes even honeybees! What's with the smile?'
'You're so fascinating. You know how to do so many things, even taking care of flowers. How do you do it all?' Granger asked.
'Ah. Well, it's just talents. You have many talents yourself.' Hetty replied.
'You always so modest?'
Smiling. 'Owen, are you trying to tell me something?'
'Smirk. Like what? You women can be so mysterious.'
Hetty chuckled. 'Oh, you are so cute when you're clueless.'