[Abigail smiles when she sees her friend.  It's good to see him back on solid land.  She walks over, carrying the shovel she was given in one hand an waving to him with her other hand.]

It is much better than the weather we were having. 

[She agrees and glances up to the sky for a moment, to see if clouds will suddenly appear at the their words, then looks to Curufin again.]

Is this a good spot?   Should we just start digging?   I grew some vegetables back home, but nothing like the trees here.