"They don't know we're not volunteers, so don't be that mean." Don't think she hasn't noticed that he tends to do what's asked, even if it's grumpily. She leans in to kiss his cheek, a balm to whatever reply that 'Don't be mean' was going to get and pulls back with a little smile.

"By the way, if a gray haired guy with a hoodie and like, maybe a scythe, shows up in the garden, be nice. He's a god from... Well not my world but my set of gods. Us. Anyways, he likes rivers and that's all we got."