 ::squawks:: Rhinestone Ravvie
Cale produced a few pots from under his arm. "Pots we have ol' buddy, ol' chap." He patted Eddy on the shoulder and then started rummaging around for some shovels. It took him a few minutes in which he disappeared behind a large viney plant. "Hand spades. Enough for all of us." He handed one to Eddy and to Conway before sticking his own into the dirt. "So, Eddy, tell me what plants you worked with back in Yankee-land."
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