"Just because I claimed it before you doesn't me I have rule over it. It's not actually mine, it's just not yours."

She shoots him a look, eyebrows raised but with a hint of a smile. Beneath her hands, her power flows out and along the line, onions and garlic sprouting up and into thin long stalks. She pulls back before they bloom, but one or two start to bud up.

"Shoot--and the garden car isn't actually for a garden. It's all rocks and things."