Mimi carried the box of bagged sproutlings, their elbow occasionally bumping into Liviana’s as they walked side by side. The sun was bright overhead, and Mimi could already feel themselves breaking a sweat. “Thanks for helping me plant these herbs, Livi,” Mimi huffed cheerfully, a smile spread across their face even through the exertion of carrying the large box, filled to the brim with sproutlings that Mimi had started over the winter. Liviana was carryin...
