The sun was high in the sky and Linea was glad she'd worn a hat, though she could still feel the skin on her nose starting to crisp a little. But the carrot patch needed to be weeded, the tomatoes needed to be pruned and she wanted to cut some rosemary so it could start drying in the same sun that was making her a little uncomfortable.

"Oh well, I'll have to get some stronger sun cream. You'll just have to deal with it for now, nose."

She tried to look at her nose while she talked to it, and realised how silly this would look to an observer. Never mind, maybe the plants got a laugh out of it. Giggling a little, she stretched her back, knelt back down and continued to carefully pluck the weeds from between the rows of bushy little carrot plants. "The chickens are going to enjoy munching these" - into the chicken basket they went.

Well, that’s rude.
Linea looked around wildly for the voice. No one was around, just the plants.
I’m down here idiot.
Linea looked down until she was almost cross eyed. Was her nose–talking to her?
There you go, right between your eyes.
“What’s rude?”
I’m burnin’ out here. You covered up the rest of your body, but you just left me bakin' in the sun.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
You didn’t think it was a… WHAT!? How could it not be a big deal!?
"I just didn’t realize you'd care so much.”
The way I see it, you’re me and I’m you. I care, so you must too.
“You’ve got a point.” Linea marveled, admiring the apparent poetic poise of her appendage.
Of course I got a point. I AM–a point. I’m the farthest point on your face. Now get inside, and put some sun screen on.
Linea did as she was told, abandoning the task she had been so eager to accomplish only moments ago. “So after this you're good right? You’ll let me get back to the garden?”
As long as we're properly protected, yes.
I can already feel it. How red are we? The sun does not do good things to our complexion.
Linea liked it better before her nose started talking.
Finding the sun screen proved to be more of a challenge than it was worth—at least to her. She checked the usual spots: the drawer in the kitchen, the medicine cabinet, the pile of random clutter on the table. “I don’t know where it is. This is taking too long.”
It’ll take as long as it needs to. We're not going back out into that sun until we are protected.
Linea’s gaze drifted out the window, landing on the garden. The tomatoes still needed pruning, she hadn’t cut the rosemary for drying yet, and the weeds in the carrot patch jeered at her like a call to battle. The day was getting on. This little intermission had really thrown a wrench in her plans.
Her nose must have picked up on her intentions. You’re not seriously considering… don’t you dare!

"Listen, er- Nose. I'm not sure what to call you. I don't know or understand how you've gained consciousness, but may I remind you, this is my body! You are just... well, a nose! You're not the brain, and the brain is what makes the decisions around here."

What if I told you... that my ability to speak is just a manifestation of your subconscious telling you to PUT SOME DAMN SUNSCREEN ON!!

"Oh, rubbish. That can wait. Right now, my garden needs tending to. Screw it if I get a little sunburnt. I've got some priorities!"

Not if I can help it...

Linea felt her nostrils flaring uncomfortably. Oh, God, could it now control itself too?! She felt something tickling the tip of her nose, so very faint it almost felt like she imagined it. But the feeling was suddenly intensified, and Linea felt the uncontrollable urge to sneeze.

She let go of the handle of the cupboard she was searching for her sunscreen in. Linea lifted her hand to cover her mouth and nose, bellowing into her palm with such vigour it seemed to echo around the living room.

But just before she could remove her right hand from her face, she felt another sneeze building up. Oh no... she knew what it was trying to do. Her stupid, stupid nose!

"Are you achoo going to achoo keep this up achoo forever?"

If that's what it takes for you to protect our beautiful, fragile skin? Then YES!