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lemon 
"Exactly. Thanks for understanding." The ivy was HERS. Go away, Mo.
Well, actually, he could stay if he wanted. Senile Mo was rather amusing, and Alice used him and his dirt for entertainment while she gouged. When she was certain that it was around five feet in depth, the seventh year placed her seedling inside the hole and referred to her notes again. The ivy was meant to be planted under her wire form, right?
Carefully, Alice extracted a tiny frame from her back and set it proudly on the ground.
Lo and behold. An ostrich. Beam.
Mo stuck his tongue out at Alice, very maturely, really, and continued filling his pot with dirt. Once all the dirt was gone, and his pot still wasn't full, Mo started stealing dirt right out of Alice's seedling hole and adding it to his pot. When his pot was full, Mo moved a few feet away and tried to look unobtrusive.
Now then... he dug a hole in the dirt and planted his ivy in it, loosening the root ball into the dirt so the whole thing had room to breathe. It was pretty just like this, with the strands all overflowing the pot, even if they weren't going anywhere yet. Just like a floppy waterfall of foliage, but it was already kind of pretty. He'd take care of the shape soon enough.
For now, he was content to water the ivy and braid some of the strands 'cause they looked pretty that way. "
Aguamenti." Careful not to get the soil overly damp, especially since the plant was potted and would be less likely to drain.
He removed the first of the wire forms he'd made from his pocket, a small mesh ball the size of a walnut that was quickly expanded to beachball size with an "
Engorgio." He settled the frame along the open top of the pot, right on top of his ivy plant.