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Cassirin 
"I've never liked weeding," Copernicus pulled on a pair of gloves and took the bucket from Cela so her hands were free. "It isn't the work, and I can appreciate how nice the beds look when you're done. It's just the idea of it. What makes me so powerful that I get to determine which plants are worth helping and which must die? Why do some plants get deemed weed, and some are deemed useful? If you aren't useful, does that mean someone should get to prune you?"
As he mused, Cope settled the bucket next to the first bed and knelt in the dirt. "I think I'm talking too much."
"Well," Celandine began, kneeling next to Copernicus, "The thing about weeds is that often they aren't native plants. Did you knowwww that you could carry a seed on your clothing or something, from another country and it could fall off into the soil and sprout? Taking the nutrients and stuff from the plants that are supposed to be there? If it's a rare plant, or you've worked super hard to look after the plant, like the Puffas and Fluttas,"
Cela nuzzled a flutterby bush,
"It suddenly has to compete unfairly for resources.Also, biodiversity and like, um, the ecosystem or whatever, can be unbalanced if weeds are left to do their thing. Or they can be poisonous to animals or change the PH level of the soil."
She didn't bother with gloves for the weeding part, Cela preferred using her hands. She stroked the soil and gently grasped some ragwort, which she pulled out gently and held up to the light.
"Plus, some weeds, like this one, have other uses, like medicinally." Cela tossed the ragwort to one side and grinned at Copernicus.
"I think
I'm talking too much. Besides, it isn't just that they aren't useful, its that they are often actively harmful. That's the difference really."
Celandine dug her hands into the soil and let it flow through her fingers.