Not a boy, but not a girl either? The garden turns over the page's words in his head, while he continues with the conversation.

"It looked like they were headin' for the house pretty quick - and if they made it to the hearth room, seems like they succeeded pretty well. I just wanna know who was behind 'em...." he comments, brow furrowing. He's not used to plants not listening when he asks a question or gives a command.