[ There's something in that response that has dry amusement flitting through Natasha's green gaze, although she doesn't pause to explain. Instead, she leans in, digging through the planting soil for the next vegetable and dropping it gently in Wen Qing's basket. ]

I don't mind getting my hands dirty, no. Although this is far cleaner work than some.

[ She probably should have introduced herself before getting her hands covered in soil, but as it is, she just busies herself assisting the other woman with her harvest. ]

I'm Natasha Romanoff, [ She adds, casting her a sideways smile. And then glances at the small patch of planted ground around them, casting what she can see of the plants waiting there a speculative look. ] You must enjoy turnips very much.