[ he cycles through the commentary so quickly that she barely has the time to register that clearly he's used to farming... before shaking her head, laughing. ]

No, I didn't. I didn't find any among the animal-vegetables... but maybe I'll plant some that aren't actually capable of being chased.

[ which brings them to the culprit of said chasing... ]

Yes, that's Tangerine! And she has taste, so I wouldn't be so sure.

[ tangerine, meanwhile, gets distracted from her hunt by the offered hand... she trots a little closer, sniffs his hand, and —

promptly decides it's a good alternative for a hunt and starts trying to catch his fingers.

oops. ]