[ Even Reiner gets fairly red doing this job, although he is lucky enough to be able to regenerate his skin cells to heal it at the end of the day. Or sooner, if it's bad enough. It's because he tends to peel off his shirt the way he does so now before he starts because he knows he'll end up sweating.

He moves back from the porch, sweeping his hair back off his face with his hand and looking out over the lawn. ]

All right. It shouldn't take too long anyway, so don't worry. [ He grins, hefting up his hedge clippers before he raises an eyebrow in confusion and looks in the direction of the bushes. ] Wait, there's raccoons? I'm, uh, not supposed to exterminate them or something, am I?