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Mo answered her question without actually answering it at all. He'd want her taking care of the weeds. Adding them to the compost bin most likely. Considering she'd been the one to offer, she didn't actually complain or make faces at him while he wasn't looking. Instead she placed the kneazle by his side, scoped up the weeds and made her way down the Greenhouse toward the compost bin.
It wasn't until she was on her way back over that she heard him referring to her kneazle. "Oh! You mean Felix?" He served PLENTY of purposes and had a lot of use. "He's my company. I took him here so I wouldn't have to work alone. Been doing a good job so far." In fact she was done so he'd done an epic job. THAT was the function of a kneazle in a Greenhouse.
Lex found herself snickering at him. "I think you give yourself less credit than you deserve. The tree you sang to last term didn't complain and it's bark didn't suddenly begin peeling off the moment you tried." She could remember Mo singing last term. Not the most melodious thing out there but it didn't curdle milk either...in theory. Had he ever tried out his talent by a tall glass of milk before? The results could be interesting.
"Talking to them works just as well. They like the company."
"I wonder if they can tell I'm talking to you and not to them," Mo watered down the row of bushes, kneeling a few times to handle the dirt and check just how wet they were getting. Not
too bad, so he continued down the line. Each bush got a pat, and the last one, which was smaller and kind of pale looking got a cheerful, "Keep at it, Bushy-bush. You'll be Whomping Willow big one day, I promise."
So encouragement. That was good, right?
Mo eyed Felix-the-kneazle again when he returned to Lex, although he was smart enough to know not to question Lex OR Felix. They were just a bit too much like Vivi and Macha, and Mo had permanent scars to account for those two. "I'm not going to sing." Just... not.
He did reshape some of the bigger bushes, pulling out their most unkempt branches and cutting them back with the trimming spell. "
Flipnsnipwitit." These trimmings were shoved toward Lex as well, and Mo hoped she'd carry the extra leaves and branches and things to the compost too. She was
so helpful.
"Are you all done in here?"