Tuktu Weir Did we meet the other night?

Ohh. He meant for replanting.
Ok, she knew how to do that.
But she'd follow his instruction with a soft nod of the head and a smile.
She liked it when he wasn't barking crudely.

She looked at his diagram.
It was good. She couldn't think like that.
She started to dig, pushing her nails into the cold earth, excavating around the plant, careful to not damage the roots as he instructed.

She glanced to him, then dug some more, deeper until she could scoop under the bulk of the roots.
She reached down, and if he didn't bark any other orders at him, she'd take the root in her mouth and slowly pull it from the earth.