doesn't want to know what kind of crop it is, does she.

wouldn't ask too many questions if he was her. now how is he supposed to get rid of it?

no idea. This is definetly not her field of expertise.

what this 'special crop' is.

just go ahead and say it. It's pot and he has no clue how it got there. Someone must have planted it as a joke.

"I'll take it off yer hands if its that much trouble for you." They looked great, but still need some growing.

scratches the back of his head and nods. "follow me." He needed to grab a shovel so he could dig it up safely. he starts walking to he back-

of his house to his shed.

follows him, pulling up his sleeves. This will certainly get messy. "Got any cermaic pots for the plants?"

curses at the shed door when it stays shut no matter how much he pulled. "I might in here. Fucking door." He yanks hard enough to rip-

it off one hinge, promising to fix it later. Maybe. If he wasn't lazy. He coughs at all the dust. "it's been a while." he peers in and finds

his shovel and a pot, dumping a spider out.

really was fighting the urge to grin at Greece's slight impatience. He follows him in, letting out a sneeze as the dust scatters in the air.

coughs again and wanders over to a shelf, leaning back when a black paw swipes out at him. He raises an eyebrow. "That's where Hermes-

went. He must have squeezed under the door into here." setting the pot down he picks up the cat and sets him on his shoulder. "this pot-

big enough for you?' If not, he could always look for another. It looks big enough.

"This is fine. I just need it to take back to my place." He reached out cautiously to pet the mangy looking cat. "Ey."

watches out of the corner of his eye. Hermes can be an asshole. It doesn't seem to be the case now though. He gives a thin smile. "Looks-

like he likes you." He shakes the pot again to make sure some spider didnt bite him. He motions for the door. "This'll do then."

kinda glad it wasn't an asshole. Most cats kind of hiss at him. He turned and followed Heracles out the door. "And the shovel?"

almost forgot really. He's so absent minded these days. ducking in a weird fashion to keep the cat on his shoulder, he scoops down and grabs

the shovel also before exiting the shed. "Thanks. I almost forgot." vaguely he wondered if the plant was developed enough to do anything-

with and he heads over to it, without looking behind him. He'll follow.

if this fellow is kinda scatterbrained or just a little slow. Perhaps the latter. He heads back to the flower bed and kneels down to push

a hand into the dirt. It was fairly loose. It shouldn't be hard. "Shovel, please." He held his hand out to grab at it.

not slow. the little things just escape him sometimes. He yawns and scratches the back of his head, not minding handing him the shovel-

and letting him do the work.

...can tell this guy likes to lounge. He takes the shovel and weakens the dirt around the plant before pulling them out. They fit just fine

in the ceramic pot! But they're still seriously small. "Well, thanks I guess. If it happens again, I'll come around again if ya need me."

nods slowly and yawns again, scooping Hermes up before he can launch himself onto Andre. "You're the one that did all the work. I should-

be thanking you. You hungry for lunch?" Consider it's his way of repayment.