Nova Peak every dollar earned was already spent

editing conclusion  as per mutton's request. <3

Astraeus regards the girl is perplexed by the so-called botanist and opts to instruct her help in lieu of having the argent eyeball him for the rest of the auspicious eve. “Ummm, ok.....you just gotta make a hole...,”  greying paws plant themselves and turn the soil carefully, his gaze flickering up to the fey to make sure she was watching diligently. “Then you put em' in the ground, and cover em' again! Like...they already were and stuff. Just here.”

The boy stpes back to marvel at his work, his chest puffed out like a male sage grouse, bulging proudly. The onions were however, quite the opposite, some sticking out from the soil upiside-down, roots still sitting above the surface. “Your turn! Try grass or somethin'.”

And so she did, pleasing the argent enough to mouth off about his weed factory and mentor the girl on speaking to old stones 101.