"Um, I can hear you guys perfectly fine, mostly. And I had no plans to take his thing off either." Newt sighed. He wasnt that deaf. As long as he had his aids turned up thqt is.

"You would be so red by the end of the day you would look like a tomato," another one chimed in

"Already done that. I didnt go out for a week after."

"You're gonna have to anyway."

"Fun. Great. " Newt said sarcastically.

One of the workers cleared his throat. "We should get back to work before she notices we're standing around. And before this kid gets a killer sunburn."

Newt's brain started reeling off infomraiton about sunburns. Luckily he kept his mouth shut.

(did you know that sunburns are cells committing mass suicide to avoiding giving you cnacer?)

(I didn't know that. That's a little worrying though. Is it just sunburns that cause cells to destroy themselves or other burns as well?)

The rest of the servants agreed

(Idk, the post just said sunburns)

"um, what am I supposed to do?" Newt questioned.

(Huh. That's interesting. Now whenever anyone says anything about sunburns I'm going to say that :p)

"Work," one of them called. "Anything but nothing. Find something to do."

"Um...."

"Here, you can help me with the weeding." One of the workers called over.

It took quite a few workers to weed the large garden half the size of a field