"That's great!" Is replied, still sitting on the straw bale, "tell me about work? I'm sure those kids are learning alot. "
Mor replies before hearing the tick-tick of the keyboard being pressed. Soon her phone chimes as Scott or someone else texts her. "I've been alright, just migraines." Is spoken slowly, "the doctor said that they'd be around for a long time." Forever, really.
Flowers? What flowers? Flowers! The man is still holding the butter yellow and peach flowers, their soft scent is soothing but he'd forgotten he was even holding them. "They're for you. " Is said, gently holding them out for her to take, suddenly feeling foolish because HE hadn't picked them. It was Scott. (And a surge of jealousy goes through him, he tries to smother it.) "We could see him, I don't mind. Still not --"
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Scott gets the message and picks up his ever present bag from the back of the cab. However, his other hand is holding a cane, the wood is old and well oiled and he leans heavily onto it. It's not something he advertises the need for, and it would actually be the first time that Emily would see it. "Hello the barn," Calls the vet, shuffling and limping. "Jus' me!" He opens the door with an easy grin, green eye bright and reddish brown stubble on his cheeks. "May need some help today, if you don't mind Ms." Is spoken, accidentally interrupting his friend.