Ohhhh.... time to give some poo to da Bunbunz!
Livvy hoped that the woman wasn't tired of getting all this poo as presents. If so, she hoped that she wasn't in a cannibalistic mood either. She thought of this as she made her way to the greenhouses and to where Professor Bunbury's waiting room was located. Spotting the woman already talking to a few students, she took a deep breath. Figured everyone would've already given her a gift.
Here goooooes...
The girl walked up, waiting in line and when it was turn (Oh how cute. They were taking turns.), she grinned up at the professor.
"Hullo Professor Bunbury. I've got a gift for you... that you've probably already gotten a dozen of times today," Livvy said, smiling yet feeling slightly annoyed that they had to pick up Mooncalf poo, stuff it in a jar, and wrap it all up. IT STUNNNK.
"So here you go! I got some Potpourri for you too, in case you got tired and sick of all the smell. Though I have a feeling it won't be enough," she said, blinking slightly. Three buckets of Mooncalf poo on the train at the beginning of the term surely couldn't compare to the amount that Bunbury was getting!
ANYHOW... Livvy held out a basket that contained the
jar for her, the envelope that contained her
acrostic poem (hopefully that was allowed), and the jar of Potpourri.
There! Mission accomplished.