Honeyed Pasture if teardrops could be bottled,

"oh-- no, you wouldn't... suck at it, it's hard to suck at, i'll teach you," dalia promised, and then the idea of starting a garden here actually caught up with her. oh! she realized just how excited she was about it only now. it would be her garden. dalia's garden-- not portia's. dalia. "you can help me start a garden!" she suggested, pretty enthusiastically, her tail beginning to wag a beat faster, "i'll teach you all about it-- it's a good time, i promise you." it was! it was so relaxing and fun. dalia had never started her own garden, since portia's had been around since before she was even born! but dalia was convinced she knew enough about it now that she could do it on her own. hoped, more like. she tried to be confident though.


the pale ocean pearl shook her head at her friend, a small grin upon her maw. "i don't think so! his aren't nearly as thought out," she insisted, which wasn't true in the slightest! dalia thought that they were both very clever and well-thought-out... a little too vulgar, but she understand it to be a part of them and so she did not mind the profanity much, if at all, truly. she found it sort of fun! but don't tell portia... 

her nose dipped, tail slowing only to not seem so stupid and giddy as she realized saucy was becoming a bit more sincere. she wanted to appear the same way. "i'm glad," she returned earnestly, adding on herself, "me too. i think this is right for us." not that she knew saucy all that well, but it was right for her, and so she wanted it to be right for saucy as well.