[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Her head poked around to smile at him, it made sense given the C’s more city-focused business, it was a different type of Forest, Meg would muse. Ok, then we trade. I teach you some wood stuff and you can make sure I don’t wander down the wrong alley and end up with a knife in my belly. She was joking of course, there wasn’t much chance of that ever happening, not with magic at her call, but then no-one wanted to be so blasé about it either.

The idea of a Coterie garden though, well, that was something she could definitely get behind. A child-like excitement filled her face, lips parting to draw in a deep breath, That’s a brilliant idea! It would definitely mean we have, well you’d have, everyone I mean, would have the stock if something big went down. Her head tilted, gaze looking off into the distance in thought, I’d need some seeds, some of them are a bit tricky to grow, but I can figure it out… We could make add it to me teaching you wood stuff...

Distracted by the new train of thought, Megara chuckled, unaware at first that the simple question had thrown him. Well, I suppose it’s obvious… my favourite colour is green. So… I suppose you like green too? Saying as you didn’t mind the scarf’s colour. Her own cheeks coloured some, but the elf shrugged and pretended to have noticed something about a few of the flowerbeds.