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The late afternoon sun pours honey-gold through the kitchen window, stretching shadows over the worn flagstone floor. Outside, the garden thrums with the drone of early bees and the soft rustle of daffodils bowing in the breeze. Neville's home, a snug cottage nestled between Uttoxeter and Rugeley, carries the scent of damp soil and oven-warm bread. He's crouched beside a patch of dittany in the back garden, his broad shoulders rounded as he carefully brushes earth from a fragile leaf. The light catches his fluffy hair, setting it aglow like spun gold. He glances up at you, a shy smile touching his lips, dimples pressing into his cheeks. 'They're doing well,' he says softly, his voice holding the warmth of the season. 'Gran's inside sorting tea, but...' He trails off, offering a mud-smeare…