Senjen had not even known there was a buy-in to the competition, not that he had bothered asking. Regardless, he did not hesitate to contribute his portion. Stakes would just make the competition all the more exciting. His mind started to wander on what they might end up growing and how he might try to contribute, though the official’s last question caught him momentarily off-guard. “Um…” He started, eyes darting back and forth between his friends, especially Light. “Sun[i]light[/i] Sowers”. 

It was an off the cuff answer, but it would probably work well-enough. The official did not seem to have any more to ask, so once they left, the group had some time to themselves again. Senjen took the lead towards nothing in particular, walking around until he found a soft enough spot in the grass to sit himself down. Or rather lay down, “stretched” out on his back. His artificial muscles were not similar enough to organic ones for the concept of stretching to apply to him, but he enjoyed the feel of natural grass under the warmth of sunlight filtering in from above. “Alright, so...strategy and stuff.” He began, looking up at Ruknar. “How does this work, Ruk? What do we do; how do I help?”