Emmalee strode into the storage room, huge grin on her face. She was glad she had pulled her hair back as the room was a bit humid. She looked around, finally spotting the plants requiring such a climate.

She shouted behind her, assuming that Pem had followed. "Could you find a beaker? Nothing complicated, just something that can handle a little heat. I'll grab the rest!"

Emmalee walked along the shelves, fingers hovering just above the wood. Bags and bottles and jars and packets and buckets and pretty much anything Emmalee would or could want to support her work. As she approached the fertilizers, she held her breathe, not for smell, but for expectation. She exhaled, smiling when the aethonan dung. Scanning the surrounding shelves for a small empty bucket and trowel, Emmalee mentally recalled the plant that Pem had brought and calculated how much they would need. Supplies in hand, she scooped out a small amount and placed the lid on tightly.

Thistle was next. Emmalee turned around in circles, scanning the expansive storage room, trying to spot the.. ah ha!

Emmalee walked briskly over and plucked two heads.

Now, to Pem, the beaker and a work bench!