 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
“Brococli,” Daisy said popping up from behind a potted Abyssinian shrivelfig. “Just the bipedal I needed.” She waved him over. “Please, Common…common…” she didn’t realize he had another person with him or else she would have said hi and introduced herself. “I’m having a problem with this scurvy-grass.”
Little flowers littered the greenhouse floor around a puffapod plant. Daisy has bumbed into it earlier and hadn’t gotten around to cleaning it up. “I can’t seem to get it to stop wilting. Any suggestions?”
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