[Henry watches as she urges a little green sprout to poke through the soil, and when he meets her gaze again, his brow is arched. A peaceable kind of surprise, one that isn't necessarily insincere, despite his Everything.]

I can't imagine what else it would be. And given the nature of this world, picking up a magic trick here and there isn't impossible.

[He crouches down on the opposite side, tilting his head to look at the little sprout.]

Now, then... [A tilt of a small smile, eyes flicking up to meet her gaze.] If only you could kill all of the weeds, too.