He won't. But the Fool knows better than to be the one to argue with Fitz when he has that look in his eye. Only Nighteyes ever made any headway with him when he was in these moods. (Oh, Nighteyes.)

The Fool manages a shadow of a smile for Fitz at his certainty and says nothing. He looks away, back towards the gardens where Fitz was working mere moments ago, then back again with a questioning furl in between his brows. "You chose to be a gardener?" he asks him at last, and this time his smile grows warmer.