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Sam had been doing well during morning training. She'd always been plenty athletic--it had balanced out the fact that Tucker and Danny weren't athletic at all.
She'd found odd jobs to do, fixing things and cleaning, and then she found a sheet asking for people experienced with gardening, saying a greenhouse would be built soon.
A little known fact about Sam was that she absolutely loved gardening. It was calming, and she'd managed to cross-pollinate most of the flowers in her mom's gardens to make new types of flowers out of what was there--to get better coloring out of them.
...Blue, purple, and black of course. Much to her mother's horror.
And because she was an ultra-recyclo vegetarian (something that was impossible here, making it so she had to eat, ugh, meat) she often grew most of her own food.
However, the fact that she knew how to grow pretty flowers was a secret she'd been willing to choke someone for to keep under wraps.
But it was different here, so she signed herself up.
Gardening it was then.
Now, in the meantime, she had to do something else she was amazingly good at:
Worrying.
Danny still hadn't come back, and the more time that passed in which he didn't, the more likely it was that he never would.
...But! She wasn't going to think about that right now! Nope! Her best friend (and crush) was out there kicking evil butt and probably standing on top of a building and looking stoic, because he was in one of those moods. Yep!
Willowy goth chick sitting down to chew half-heartedly on some stewed tomatoes and distract herself by thinking of ways to sneak darker decorations into the Common Room (it needed more black and purple, and maybe some dribbly black candles).
Have at!
She'd found odd jobs to do, fixing things and cleaning, and then she found a sheet asking for people experienced with gardening, saying a greenhouse would be built soon.
A little known fact about Sam was that she absolutely loved gardening. It was calming, and she'd managed to cross-pollinate most of the flowers in her mom's gardens to make new types of flowers out of what was there--to get better coloring out of them.
...Blue, purple, and black of course. Much to her mother's horror.
And because she was an ultra-recyclo vegetarian (something that was impossible here, making it so she had to eat, ugh, meat) she often grew most of her own food.
However, the fact that she knew how to grow pretty flowers was a secret she'd been willing to choke someone for to keep under wraps.
But it was different here, so she signed herself up.
Gardening it was then.
Now, in the meantime, she had to do something else she was amazingly good at:
Worrying.
Danny still hadn't come back, and the more time that passed in which he didn't, the more likely it was that he never would.
...But! She wasn't going to think about that right now! Nope! Her best friend (and crush) was out there kicking evil butt and probably standing on top of a building and looking stoic, because he was in one of those moods. Yep!
Willowy goth chick sitting down to chew half-heartedly on some stewed tomatoes and distract herself by thinking of ways to sneak darker decorations into the Common Room (it needed more black and purple, and maybe some dribbly black candles).
Have at!