After how the last visit to the desert had gone, Tal was feeling thoroughly chastened and not eager to return to the hot, dry wasteland. Not without company to share in the misery, at least. His grin made a brief appearance at Deimos's snort and he bobbed his head awkwardly in agreement. "Definitely!" Safe from his sisters, his dogs, his dragon... and himself.
Tal's knowledge of plants and dirt was not particularly deep. He had a broad sense from the greenhouse's caretaker, but little practical experience. Still, there was a certain boyish satisfaction to playing in the dirt and he decided the local loam was probably dry enough for his drooping refugee.
He grinned again at hearing that Deimos liked sweet peppers, nodding in agreement. "One of my sisters'll eat the yellow ones like apples," he confided, wrinkling his nose in judgment. "I don't like the seeds as much. They're all good fried up in a mess with some eggs and bacon, though!" The grin widened as he watched Deimos's magic work to make a tasty green pepper plant. Digging a few seeds of his own out of the box (carefully avoiding getting pricked by recent practice), Tal started making little holes in the dirt with his finger nearby to stick them in. "But the spicier, the better! I always won the family LongNight challenge," he added smugly. Even if his mother might have let him win a few years when he was younger.
Tal's knowledge of plants and dirt was not particularly deep. He had a broad sense from the greenhouse's caretaker, but little practical experience. Still, there was a certain boyish satisfaction to playing in the dirt and he decided the local loam was probably dry enough for his drooping refugee.
He grinned again at hearing that Deimos liked sweet peppers, nodding in agreement. "One of my sisters'll eat the yellow ones like apples," he confided, wrinkling his nose in judgment. "I don't like the seeds as much. They're all good fried up in a mess with some eggs and bacon, though!" The grin widened as he watched Deimos's magic work to make a tasty green pepper plant. Digging a few seeds of his own out of the box (carefully avoiding getting pricked by recent practice), Tal started making little holes in the dirt with his finger nearby to stick them in. "But the spicier, the better! I always won the family LongNight challenge," he added smugly. Even if his mother might have let him win a few years when he was younger.
