"I suppose since I've been raking the dirt all morning I can take over the easier task now," he says with a smirk.

"I hope Chiara and Asta don't find a way to steal them before they're ready for harvest," Zevlor says, picking up the wooden stakes and sitting cross-legged to write on them. "I'm going to weave some vines in between the posts to make a light fence. No idea if it will keep the local wildlife out."

"I suppose it's all trial and error the first time you try growing something. At least we won't have to worry about going hungry if our best efforts fail to produce anything."