circling the drain

Even though she didn't talk much (okay, she didn't talk at all), Halo was pleased to have Dee's company. Really, any company was good company. The grey was more likely to stay away when she wasn't on her own. Working in the garden was typically pretty time-consuming, so having someone else around to pass the time with was the best possible outcome in Halo's mind. "I hadn't either, until coming to the Armada. My family was nomadic, so the idea of tending to plants every day was out of the question." Her tone was light, though she's not really used to speaking about her family. Not much, anyway.

"You're doing a good job." Halo reassured, moving to begin ripping out patches of crabgrass from her garden bed as well. The stuff was hard to get rid of, and it took some effort to get it out of the ground. It was so stubborn and resilient, Halo almost felt bad about evicting it from among her plants. Well, it would do damage to the things that she'd planted intentionally, and it had to go. Carefully, she pried it from the ground, continuing onto the next. My goodness, she thought. It really was in there good!

"What we'll do is we'll wash the dandelions really well, dirt doesn't have a very nice flavor. Then we'll take the dandelion petals for the mead, and the roots will be dried and added to the healer stores. They're really cool plants because pretty much every part is useful." Halo is always happy to ramble on, really. The sun shone warmly on their backs, dappled through the stately trees. A lovely day indeed. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to learn about, or how to do?" Halo asked the girl, considering how she could narrow down things into yes or no questions, should her response be yes.