I love this trio of expressions: Mary’s pride, Isolde’s thoughtfulness, Ambrose’s stoicism. Ambrose is either thinking how jealous he is or how unimpressed. Or, as he is based in part on Troy from Midsomer Murders, he got distracted.

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The awkward group shuffled to the back of Mary’s house to look at Ela’s wheelbarrow. “You grow your own pumpkins?” Ambrose inquired.

“Why, yes! Those muffins I just made are from last year’s pumpkins,” Mary beamed. “The wheelbarrow’s just on the other side of this path.”

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