Jokes and laughter

Previously

…He had, in his own clumsy way, managed to disrupt Mr. Henderson’s meticulously ordered world, and instead of condemnation, he’d received laughter. It was a revelation, a tiny crack in the predictable facade of his own life, and it felt surprisingly… good. He glanced at Bea, who was now enthusiastically explaining to a very patient Mr. Henderson her theory on why clover was simply a more ambitious form of grass. Arthur Pendelton, the mild-mannered man who loved routine, found himself looking forward to tomorrow’s delphinium-related chaos. The world, it seemed, was a little more colorful, and a lot more hilarious, than he’d ever imagined.