Phoebe nodded, with a smile, "We could try telling him at lunch. I'm sure he won't kill you" She said, but there was a slight hesitation there. "It's my mother I'm worried about" She pointed out. finishing off her apple, she saved the seeds, to plant them. She would encourage them to grow, but wouldn't just grow the apple tree. Mainly because she still had trouble with that. Maybe nurturing the seeds would help her with that. "But it will lall be alright"