Bright greeny greenness was everywhere. Jackson was so blinded by the greenness he thought he had gone green-blind.
But he hadn’t.
When the elevator door had opened, large green leaves pushed their way into the elevator until there was barely room to stand. Jackson held his arms over his face. Sir Shaw just stood to the side, apparently accustomed to this kind of bad behavior from leaves.
Stimple gave a low growl, and the leaves moved out of the way. (Perhaps they didn’t mind moving for Stimple.)
Sir Shaw’s white-gloved hand was on Jackson’s shoulder. Jackson turned to look at him.
“Find your adventure yet?” Sir Shaw asked.
Jackson looked at Stimple who was stomping down a path. “I’m not sure. The garden was pretty cool, though.”
Sir Shaw’s blue eyes twinkled. “Well, don’t stay too long. You still have that matter at home to deal with.”
“How did you …” Jackson spluttered.
“Have a nice day, sir,” he said, and gave Jackson a gentle shove out of the elevator. And with a whir and a churn, the door closed.