By the time the executive left, his fern was vibrant, and he had a bag of fresh heirloom tomatoes. He tried to pay, but Mr. Henderson just shook his head.
"The thumbs are free," he said with a wink. "It’s the wisdom that’ll cost you. Next time, bring better tea."
Mr. Henderson looked up, his thumb green from pruning tomato vines. "Best in the business, son. I can get you a ride to the next state, or I can save that dying fern in your passenger seat. Which one do you need?"