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Their interaction could have been a whole lot worse and that was not lost on Atlas. He still was uncertain, wary, as to what this interaction actually meant. Was this a genuine attempt at being friendly or yet another example on the list of times being friendly with him was convenient to her? Whichever the case was, the seventh year was able to set it aside for the sake of the tasks ahead. He owed Aunt June that much.
"It's fine with me," he nodded while his hands slipped into his pockets to fidget with his set of metal matchsticks a bit. His words had been an open invitation of sorts to the small group (himself, Lisa, and the two first years) that had collected to do with as they wanted. Which he supposed technically he could not fault Nora for possibly accepting nonverbally since she was heading off in the same direction as he and Lisa were about to. Whatever. If she wanted to bounce off on her own that was her own prerogative. He had only offered genuine advice from his own Herbology experience to answer her and her friend's question with not so much as a thank you or at LEAST some follow up questions so he could fluff and embellish his expertise a bit.
Whatever. It was fine.
"Come on," he nodded his head towards one of the larger pots. "Between the two of us we ought to be able to carry that." Atlas was not even going to pretend that he had a lot of upper arm strength. Sure, he was receiving some training from Unchiul Andrei so he had some to offer (enough that he could give a decent piggyback to anyone smaller than him) but he was unlikely to be able to carry that one all by his lonesome in one go. And pausing for breaks on your first trip was embarrassing.
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Apparently it had not worked. Or rather there may have been nothing with which to work upon considering the words of the professor. She quietly appreciated Yumeki's speculation regardless. "It is a type of hosomaki, meaning a thin sushi roll, consisting of sliced cucumber rolled in vinegared rice and rolled up in an edible dried seaweed sheet called nori," she explained to Professor Khanna. The correlation between cucumber and kappa, providing the name for this particular sushi, surely required no elaboration. She could not be certain as to whether or not Professor DeVries words were true or not, but as an older gentleman with much more life experience than her own she supposed she ought to accept his word for it. She did not share Milo's distrust of Hufflepuff's on the default considering her dad was one, though there may still be something there and yet to be seen. There were, of course, entirely too many unknown factors left to know for certain and a resulting injury against a more aggressive and ravenous kappa was not an equivalent altercation between herself, Mercer, and the adolescent twin kappa that Uncle Ryu had discovered them with. "If you say so, professor," she nodded to the Herbology professor.
Hands clasped on front of her, her eyes fell ever so briefly on something that had her stomach churning and chest tightening but swiftly turned her attention back to Yumeki to prevent the sensations from lingering for too long. "You are?" her eyes widened confused delight but also mild concern. "Will you haunt me when it happens?" She hoped he would. Mercer had promised her that he would and it was a comforting thought to carry. She was content with assisting with the plants, curious as to what was beneath the cloths and possibly too sensitive to salt (which was now the conclusion she was drawing from the professor's warning).
Hopefully there were some smaller pots because she could not carry a medium to large one on her own.
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