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.


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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