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Sandbox and dynamite were quite different words to be applied to the same tree. Mitsuki could not form a logical comparison nor figure out how the two could be synonymous with one another. What this meant, to her, was that these spoke to two very different traits of this particular tree. Since she did not know anything about the tree, the Ravenclaw continued to theorize on her own...and her thoughts continued to wander more towards the sandbox approach rather than dynamite. It was a given that something on the tree presented itself as an explosion...and whether or not this particular tree was magical or mundane would provide a bit more insight as to what that explosion could entail. Magical would likely imply that it was more of a defense mechanism...mundane more likely to be a means of reproduction which drew her attention to the fruit just as a rambunctious Gryffindor spoke to them. Fruits had seeds on the inside and should those fruit explode it would launch those seeds elsewhere to grow more of its species.
Hard to know for certain, hence her silence.
The sandbox aspect, however, kept her coming back to the little bedside tabletop zen garden she had back on her dresser in Ravenclaw Tower. It was rude, insensitive really, to call such a thing a 'sandbox' but it was now where her mind was fixated - especially with the frame and gardening took made from wood. Therefore, she surmised that it was the wood of this tree that was useful - more so than the spikes and fruit - and perhaps particularly sturdy to make containers. Or...perhaps it was a particularly flexible wood.
Again, hard to know for certain so she would simply wait for the professor to elaborate. She had no desire to climb it...though she did wish she had her watercolors with her to paint it. The salt technique she favored would work really well to capture the texture of its trunk.
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