When I drew the previous page with the circle window in the door, I got very excited to do this one. Isolde peaking in. I would bet she’s standing on tip-toe, too. And she is being so sarcastic. “Aw, let him.”
TEXT
“I can take a look, make sure those bees aren’t getting in,” Ambrose offered.
Mary replied with a weak giggle. “No, no. It’s fine. They aren’t getting in. I probably just need to turn the compost.”
“Aw, you should let him check. Where’s the key?” Isolde asked, a thrust of an eyebrow making it clear it was not a request but merely a polite command.
Join us on Patreon to discuss the creation process for this story.