and it went like- greenhouse

[deimos]

The Jervis children. He blinked down at Mercedes as she piped up, before his ears twitched. The jaguar-caracal turned, his eyes lifting up towards the greenhouse, then down at her. A soft chuckle came from him, his tail swaying behind him. A neutral, even mood. That was a good sight. "This? This is a greenhouse." He said, looking down at her. "You can grow stuff in it. Makes growing stuff around here-" He gestured to the burnt land around- "Way easier. Much more productive, as well."

Piers grunted softly as he stepped forward, pushing the pile of wood aside from it. He brushed his paws off on his pelt, before stepping back next to her.

"SPEECH"