Bucky nods. "And if some of them are too small, we can always transplant the middle row out," probably. He isn't actually sure about that -- but he knows he's seen people doing that king of thing in gardens before. So maybe it is.

Maybe he should get someone to order a book on it with his points. He peered at the package around Levi, then reached over, using his metal hand to start digging a little hole for a bulb. "Does that look good enough?" Was it like the ones Levi had made before Bucky had crashed his plant planting party?