Things settled into a reasonably happy routine. In the mornings, Sebastian shared breakfast with Hawkins, and then joined Coulson and Blackstone in the gardens and the stables. The two men were decent sorts and after a fair amount of ribbing about his delicate hands, he got stuck in with the heavy work and showed that he could pull his weight as well as the next man. Well, once his blisters had healed, he did. They agreed on a plan of clearing what was dead, preserving the vegetables and fruit that they could use, and then rebuilding where they could. It was incredibly satisfying to get stuck in and do something that ensured that he was tired at the end of the day from physical activity, not from alcohol and boredom.
“So, what do you do when you are not here?” Blackstone asked as he wiped
