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It was a worry off Denmark's mind. Definitely. The three of them would be living together soon-very soon!-and everything would be as it should be again. Well. Okay. Not everything. There was still a lot-people, and buildings, and home, but-but this was definitely the first step

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Moving was pretty exciting for Norway too, even if it was hard to tell--when did he show anything, though, anything that was milder than a momentary outburst of raeg? Not only was he convinced that their--the family's--hardwork had earned them this, it did feel a bit "weird" to be living away from Denmark. Of course living with Iceland was nice. Their sharing a bed was almost like the old days, and Iceland got to learn plenty of important values and lessons and so on. For example the consequences of hoarding

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"Hey, Nor!" He beamed over the top of one of the plants he was carrying, the lacy leaves swaying and almost making him sneeze. He handed the pot off to Nor immediately, before he could drop it: terracotta, with a lush looking dill plant growing in it. He shuffled the other pot held in his right arm forward-smaller, easily balanced in his elbow, rosemary-and was holding another, a purple, tropical flower, in his left hand. "Presents!"

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Norway, of course, shifted it between his elbowo and torso so he would have one free hand to rub his nose. That accomplished, Norway looked at each of the plant in turn, stepping back a bit so Denmark would be able to walk in and set the plants down somewhere. Not quite crtical, but obviously evaluating each one. "A whole saffron plant?"

And though his question had a pretty blatant fiscally-concerned undertone, he was surprisingly relaxed. Clearly the plants were having a calming effect on him.

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Part of him was a little disappointed Norway recognized the flower before he could dramatically reveal it, but he grinned instead, following Norway and putting down the rosemary. The saffron he held onto. "It wasn't much more than these two! They must have a source of it here!" He almost pet the petals, touching them gently. Rosemary and dill were good herbs too, but saffron was rare, expensive, and special.

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Norway set the dill next to them, keeping one hand on top of the plant to keep its feather leaves from waving. He also stroked the petals of the saffron, gently though, careful to only appraise the texture and not harm it.

It was one of the most beautiful shades of purple--vivid, vibrant, natural. And it was the largest amount of saffron he had ever seen at one time. "It's good. We can have St. Lucia day." He paused for a moment. "And we can actually grow more of it here, then."

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"Sell it, too." Denmark offered the plant to Norway, still looking proud of his purchases. More so, now that Norway approved-he could tell, in some way, without being able or needing to read his emotions. He didn't care much for St. Lucia day, but celebrations were celebrations, especially during December. "We can make a lot with alla this."

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Of course Norway took it in hand, mindfully, making sure that his hands were firm on the pot and maybe even brushing against Denmark's. Sure he had said that the plant was believably inexpensive, but Norway still thought of it as unbelievably expensive.

"Do they have names?" he asked, of course referring to the plants.

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He was still grinning, but it faltered a little bit, confused. "Uh, the frilly one's dill, and the needles are rosemary, and that one's the saffron." He was sure Norway knew this already, but he couldn't think of what else he was asking.

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"No, you, their petnames. The dill we can name usling*, and this one"--he moved the saffron a bit, to indicated that he was talking about it--"something like, Mist."

And he was one hundred precent serious.

(ooc: usling means "scoundrel" )

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"So the rosemary's Rosie?" He was trying to go along with it, really, but the doubt in his voice was obvious.

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Norway frowned a touch. "Come up with better names when ya buy more. 's'the first part of helping'em grow."

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"Plants don't need names to grow." Not a plant lover like Norway was. Just something of a farmer, no matter how many pretensions of the upper class. He ran his hand over the leaves of the dill, then moved over to the nearest couch or bed to flop down.

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"Grow well" Norway said, and after that he would drop it, but it was important that he added that. Plants might have not been human, but he knew that if you nurtured them it definitely helped them grow. Naming, one of the most basic acts of begetting life, was a crucial first step.

Norway placed the saffron plant down ceremoniously and walked over to where Denmark was flopped down. And then he flopped down too. "Which one is for who?"

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He moved closer, lifting himself up and flopping himself down-now with his head on Norway's chest or stomach, face down, so his voice was a bit muffled. "They're for all of us. For our house. Food's an important part of a home."

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Accordingly, Norway reached to his middle area to begin running his hands through Denmark's hair for a few moments. Kind of slowly, making sure to message the scalp.

"Mm. 'nd yer diet. I'm tired of watchin' Ice God knows what. Liqourice with corn in it." Alien food.

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He just kind of snuggled closer at that, but that statement made him pause, trying to picture it. "Corn… what?" It didn't sound very appealing, not that he particularity trusted corn from the few times he'd tried it.