Myr grins at the comment where he's helping another Faun pat down the dirt around a seedling. (How awful, to think Dorchacht had deprived one of his own kind the chance to learn this!) "They do that," he replies, amiably. "Expansionist food's not the least of it--though I imagine they'd rather more of it grew as well as marrows do."
Done with the sprout, he sits back on his hooves and feels for the rag he left near-to-hand to wipe the dirt from his fingers. "You'll want to put these outside once there's no more risk of frost," he advises his fellow-Faun--and the rest of the class. "Somewhere the bees can get at it once it starts flowering."
Then, with a grin in the general direction of Papyrus' voice: "And after they've had their way with the flowers, you'll want to pick your marrows when they're so large," he holds his fingers about five inches apart, "so they'll taste best--and for the Maker's sake don't let any of them fall off and go to seed."
There's humor there but also the weary horror a man who had been party to more than one Zucchini Disaster in his time.
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Done with the sprout, he sits back on his hooves and feels for the rag he left near-to-hand to wipe the dirt from his fingers. "You'll want to put these outside once there's no more risk of frost," he advises his fellow-Faun--and the rest of the class. "Somewhere the bees can get at it once it starts flowering."
Then, with a grin in the general direction of Papyrus' voice: "And after they've had their way with the flowers, you'll want to pick your marrows when they're so large," he holds his fingers about five inches apart, "so they'll taste best--and for the Maker's sake don't let any of them fall off and go to seed."
There's humor there but also the weary horror a man who had been party to more than one Zucchini Disaster in his time.