West began using his trowel to scoop some more soil into the green pot. He'd already made sure there was enough space for the ten centimetres, so it just meant he had to fill the pot and he was done. He did it scoop by scoop so that he wouldn't end up spilling potting mix everywhere. It wasn't too bad really, kind of a mindless task you didn't have to overthink. He looked up at the board again and noticing that he wasn't to pat the soil down this time, he instead put his trowel aside.

Next was fertiliser. Dragon dung. Gotta love the smell right? He tried not to breathe it in too much as he scooped a pinch of it up, wearing his gloves again of course.