I think I'll get my gathering done during break so I won't be late for the remedial class. ...Say, I wonder what happened to the bean sprouts I planted in class before. They said the groundskeeper would take care of them, but are they ready to harvest yet? I think I'll check 'em out while I'm here.
I think the plot was right around here... Ah, here we go. This is it. Hm. I coulda sworn they were a lot greener back when they were seedlings. Now they look all washed out. And they seem a little... I dunno, under the weather? Are they getting proper care or not?
Even if there IS a groundskeeper, I see I was a fool to leave the welfare of my precious herbs in the hands of another. Silly me. None of them look afflicted with any sickness, so they should spring back with diligent watering. For the extra-parched ones, I'll need to prune the withered leaves and move them to a planter, then fertilize them, then...
Don't go looking to others for help right from the outset. Try to figure it out for yourself first. Should your wisdom prove lacking, I suggest you start with some encouraging words or the like.
Something tells me he's not up for more conversation. So he thinks I should give my plants a pep talk, huh? You know, I heard somewhere once that beautiful music helps plants grow. Maybe whoever said that was on to something?
ahem* Hello, um, bean sprouts. I like your leaves, and your stalks are all strong and healthy. I'm sure you'll be even prettier when you come into full bloom. Wait, no, that makes it sound like you're not good enough now! I meant, uh…
Regardless, all the flowerbeds across the garden have damaged plants. Is the groundskeeper asleep at the proverbial reins? Judging by the condition of the leaves, I'd say these plants haven't been watered in around three days.
If they were, there would be a substitute groundskeeper to do the work in their stead. This is a cultivation spot for many rare and valuable herbs and flowers used in potionology. Whoever is in charge here ought to be sacked. I cannot excuse such flimsy work ethic.
It don't matter who you're talkin' to. You always gotta be straight. If you wuss out and don't say what needs sayin', what's that make you? A chicken, that's what.
That said, you're still a far sight better in my eyes than a scheming slacker like Leona. As for you, Ruggie—take me wherever you think Leona would be. I would prefer to address this matter with him in person.
Hey, wait! ...And now they're both out of sight. Geez, that was quick. How can they weave through a garden with all these trees in it so fast? Magic? Oh well. Guess I'll do some watering before I go looking for Leona.
Am I really as dense as all that, though...? Ace gets on my case like that a lot, too... Now I feel dumb for taking Vil at face value and complimenting plants.
You can't just blindly trust people, Deuce! Man, first it was talking to plants, now I'm talking out loud to myself. We'll just call today a...learning experience.
