[He can't hold back a little giggle, shifting the empty box aside to cover his mouth with a gloved hand. It sounds strange, coming from him. Like he's not sure how to do it.]
Like a little flower, aren't you? A little cecilia. And what bed does a flower prefer but a flowerbed...
I guess I've figured out where flowers go in fall.
[Speaking of... There's a set of drinking glasses sitting on one of the workbenches. Some are filled with dirt already.]
It's getting cold... likely too cold for even the altered plants I've planted around town to produce anything... so I'm preparing a round of saplings to grow without sun, over the winter. I know it's been done, and I know some of the theory behind it, so... this should work.
...I hope you don't mind if I clear some of the concrete down here—just enough for a fruit tree.
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Like a little flower, aren't you? A little cecilia. And what bed does a flower prefer but a flowerbed...
I guess I've figured out where flowers go in fall.
[Speaking of... There's a set of drinking glasses sitting on one of the workbenches. Some are filled with dirt already.]
It's getting cold... likely too cold for even the altered plants I've planted around town to produce anything... so I'm preparing a round of saplings to grow without sun, over the winter. I know it's been done, and I know some of the theory behind it, so... this should work.
...I hope you don't mind if I clear some of the concrete down here—just enough for a fruit tree.