Looking up in his distraction, Lovegood squints against the sun himself, ever so slightly cross-eyed gaze taking its time to seek out Fish's. The occasional streak of dirt on his face and in too-white hair is a little disproportionate to the amount of work he is actually doing-- namely, weeding-- but he seems happy enough, and offers the young man a bright smile.

"Hello," he says. He's not an uncommon sight in the Valhalla Inn, having finally gotten the courage to explore the outer world of this strange place and once that started, staying out for wanders that could last hours, but ever returning. He'll sort himself out eventually.

Or get kicked out, one of those things. The weeds are more concerning for him, at the moment. "This garden is shamefully free of gnomes, did you know?"