Carver offered to help Shock get out of Lock's hold, snickering at the glare she received in response. When dinner came round, she grabbed a cookie of dried fertilizer for herself, stuck it in some water, and heated it up to a good soaking temperature. She alternated which vines had their tips dunked in and periodically re-heated it as they practiced and went over the plans. She kept a few vines clean so she could pat Barrel on the head whenever he walked past.

Come bedtime, she nabbed a pair of Lock's pajama bottoms. She likewise didn't care that they were in the room when she changed; she didn't have any parts that counted as private, and she didn't care about potentially seeing anyone else's. Not that she thought she was at risk of seeing anything from Barrel; he never took off more than his hoodie unless he was about to take a bath, anyway. 

"Wow, Lock, I think you're getting shorter! These pants don't even go past my knee joints!" She waved a leg at him mockingly.

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Meanwhile, Agatha had mostly gotten past her sullen snacking self-pity party, and was starting to allow herself a bit of anger. How [i]dare[/i] Barrel use her affections against her! Pretending to be interested in spending extra time with her doing something she loved, being all gentlemanly and helpful, just to bait her out of the way so his siblings could cause mischief in the shop! Why if she wasn't such a nice person, she'd... She'd... 

The young witch slumped back in bed with a huff. Well, she supposed it didn't matter [i]what[/i] she would do, since she refused to stoop to his level.

...

Although...

Maybe stooping to his level was the [i]exact[/i] thing that she needed to do. Make him understand how she felt, see things from her point of view...

Agatha got up and grabbed the phone from the other side of her room, carefully carrying it as far onto her bed as the cord would reach. It took her a moment to remember the number and dial it. 

"Hello, I'm dreadfully sorry to disturb you so late, but I need to speak with Carmilla..."