06-13-2019, 10:03 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]As the seed packets scattered, Straw examined them curiously, her ears twitching. Lilja’s explanation made sense- it was best to get as much mileage out of one crop as you could, and a small crop could grow big over generations. She was surprised that seeds could last two years, though.
At Lilja’s offer, Straw carefully took a packet of strawberry seeds and set them off to the side. ”Thanks,” she murmured, with a small nod. She’d be sure to plant them in a safe place and take care of them as diligently as she could. This was a gift, that she ought to treat with respect.
At Lilja’s mention of carnations, Straw snapped to attention, her brows furrowed beneath the mask. ”Uh... what color carnations? Do you know?” she asked, her tail swishing behind her. The smell by itself, she could probably take. If the flowers were pinkish-purple like most carnations, she would probably be okay. But she wanted to be sure.
At Lilja’s offer, Straw carefully took a packet of strawberry seeds and set them off to the side. ”Thanks,” she murmured, with a small nod. She’d be sure to plant them in a safe place and take care of them as diligently as she could. This was a gift, that she ought to treat with respect.
At Lilja’s mention of carnations, Straw snapped to attention, her brows furrowed beneath the mask. ”Uh... what color carnations? Do you know?” she asked, her tail swishing behind her. The smell by itself, she could probably take. If the flowers were pinkish-purple like most carnations, she would probably be okay. But she wanted to be sure.
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