"She worries when you don't come by." Fugaku might worry a little, but he wouldn't say it or really show it. Itachi was, without a doubt, an accomplished ninja, and worrying about him wouldn't help anything.

Fugaku nudged the basket over and then set it between them, kitten and all. The kitten was awake, just lying in the basket like a stuffed toy. "Your mother might enjoy having some help in the garden." And if Itachi buried the bulbs, Fugaku wouldn't have to crawl around on his knees.