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Cassirin 
Cope left a muddy print on Celandine's chin as he leaned over to quiet her with a kiss. "You know... you are oddly literal and entirely adorable. Remind me to explain rhetoricals to you. I know why weeds are weeds. I was just comparing them to... well, to people I guess. Are we less deserving if we aren't immediately useful? That sort of..."
He shrugged, rolling back his shoulders to keep from getting a back ache from hunching over. "It's a nice day, isn't it? I hope the weather holds."
Cel blushed happily and patted the soil as if comforting it and telling it that soon it would be weed free
and all dunged up.
"I think..." Celandine began slowly, "... we prune ourselves if we think that we aren't useful. I mean, maybe in a garden where all the flowers are sooo pretty, the ragwort," she nudged the ragwort and pulled some more of it up, "doesn't belong. But the ragwort is useful in other ways. So like, if the ragwort learns its own value, and doesn't try to lessen the value of others, we'd all be happier. A happy garden."
She paused to watch Cope roll his shoulders.
"And you know... sometimes a bit of pruning encourages growth. It just depends how you look at it. I think weeds have value, just like all people do, its just not always noticeable until you dig deeper."
She looked up at the sky and smiled, feeling the sun on her face.
"It will." She answered with certainty.