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Seeing the partially uprooted plant, Dallas could see Poppy in his mind's eye trying to desperately pull the vegetable out of the ground. The imaginary picture filled him with amusement. He grabbed the shovel and stabbed it into the ground with his foot, then effortlessly heaved the bulb out of the dirt. He might as well have been digging through pudding. The plant was quickly deposited in the basket, dirt and all. It was the first of many. 

The job was a surprisingly nice change from getting chewed up by monsters all month long. Dallas eventually settled into a rhythm and soon his body was on autopilot, leaving his mind free to think about other things. The throbbing headache was starting to fade away as his body processed the hangover and a vestige's worth of new memories. It was getting to the point where he could recall the new information naturally. 

Dallas occasionally looked sideways at Poppy to observe her as she worked, noting how dexterous her hands were with a knife. The two of them had never been chatty with each other, but it never hurt to keep trying to close the gap. With that resolve in mind, he called out to her while poking his shovel under another bulbous plant.

[color=darkorange]"Are these beets or something? What are you going to use the roots for?"[/color]