Ben: It's no sweat.
Magnolia: Mmhmm. Okay. But it's not actually a lawn so it doesn't require mowing.
Ben: What the fuck is it?
Magnolia: Evergreen moss with patches of low-growing turf grass.
Ben: Why?
Magnolia: There are several reasons.
Ben: Such as…?
Magnolia: Lawns waste upwards of 3 trillion gallons of water each year plus hundreds of millions of gallons of gas for mowing and pesticides. Those pesticides then destroy aquatic ecosystems with toxic rainwater runoff.
Magnolia: Lawns also drive out pollinators and native animal and plant species.
Ben: Okay. I won't mow your moss.
Magnolia: Thank you.
Magnolia: And thank you for offering.
Ben: Let's not give me too much credit.
* * *
Rob: Sox game tonight. At Fenway.
Magnolia: Yes, sir.
Rob: Got a date?
Magnolia: lol, always…because I share a set of season tickets with my brothers.
Rob: Ah. All right. Enjoy.
Rob: …but if you want to stay overnight in the city, hit me up.
Magnolia: Do you have room for Linden too? He's about your height but probably has 30-40 pounds on you.
Rob: I will get Linden a very comfortable suite at the Taj.
Magnolia: I think we're good but I'll keep you posted.
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Ben: I brought your recycling bins in from the curb.
Ben: After they were emptied.
Magnolia: Thank you—and good clarification.
Ben: It's the least I can do without fucking up your moss.
Magnolia: I appreciate it.
Ben: Your dog, though. He didn't like me hanging around your yard.
