#[ Trey Is Looking and ready to do agricultural crimes :3c ]

[troisfleur]

"Felicitations, Mr. Clover," Luciano said with a faint smile. "Your wisdom has certainly aided me with my discoveries in science club, and I feel this may help you with your future endeavors."

He hands Trey a medium-sized present box and from the beginning, there seems to have a strong smell of moss. Inside, there is a small bag of plant fertilizer!

"I can assure that your next harvests are certainly going to be plentiful. May this birthday year be a fruitful one for you."

“NO NEED TO BE SO FORMAL—it’s really just any other day.”

Trey’s beaming, of course, but perhaps a little embarrassed. He’s simply more comfortable on the other side, offering out a present instead of being the one accepting a gift.

He’s not ungrateful, of course, and he takes the box from Luciano’s hands despite attempting to temper the gravitas, head canting to the side as he notices a particular earthy smell that follows.

Curious, although not unusual; they share a fondness for agricultural science, and Trey’s learned his fair share of handy things from his underclassman.

No hesitation as he removes the lid, and the smell becomes stronger—not unpleasant at all, mind, but certainly pungent.

Trey’s grin grows wider, and the humbled becomes far more interested. It’s something practical, of course, and definitely something he can use. The winter months mean that he’s already planted his share of violets and begonias to replace his summer berry patches, his gentle hand every day tending and dreaming of the edible flowers to carry Heartslabyul through the winter months—and to satisfy his own hunger for candied violets during longer study sessions.

“Sounds like more than a vote of confidence,” but Trey knows better than to look at any gift too deeply, and he knows Luciano’s good for it. “You didn’t have to, but I’ll put this to use right away.”

He can only hope it keeps till the spring—the strawberries that will come from this mulch will likely be sweeter than this summer’s haul. The bag isn’t large, but with some careful rationing it may be doable.

(But, then again, depending on the potency and what it yields, they can surely work out a deal—)

“And I’ll share some of the spoils, of course. Only fair, right?”