i'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest — o, gifts

[ghostpact]

The young snake seemed to be in the same predicament as the other two who'd approached were in. Really, he hadn't decided on a division because he didn't think it was necessary and he hadn't thought to ask about it yet. He would eventually, but currently, that was not his top priority. Watching Amaranth come around with the plants and be stopped by Paper, then Khaol was running over. Where the plants that important? Slithering over, Jörmundgandr curled himself when he stopped at the three's feet, resting his head one of the many coils. His tongue flicked out, trying to get an idea of what the plants were exactly. He vaguely remembered his mother used to have plants on the window sill and he would always ask questions about them, but he'd never seen these kinds before. He lifted head when Amarnath spoke about the chili plant. A plant that burned your mouth sounded like a great plant to keep around. Not that he would eat them himself because he hated the texture of plants, but he could get other people to eat them. That would be fun. He turned his head, leaning toward a red chili pepper plant. "Can I have that one?"

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