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"No. No, it doesn't." Haru was unprepared the first time, and has never allowed herself to be unprepared again. She's probably bullied her poor bag into carrying far more than it ought to, but that's a bonus in her eyes.

She picks up the cherry tree without further ado, or any real signs of strain.

Falcon's slightly impressed by her sheer strength, but then, he already knew she was strong. She certainly showed it while helping him move. Not to mention, her weapon of choice is a greataxe, isn't it?

They work together in getting the pots to the proper places, occasionally adjusting as needed. Some of the grasses and flowers get trampled in their efforst, but luckily, nothing that won't grow back on its own. When all that is done, he shows her where to find the appropriate tools, and grabs a shovel himself.

"... And you can find water at the pumping system over here," he finishes, pointing out the tap installed next to the shack. It's an antique, traditional pumping system, but it works well enough for his purposes. He assumes the people who own the property in the real world make no use of it themselves, but have a gardener do it for them.

Not that that matters to him. As long as it works. He supposes Haru could also get water from inside the house, if she prefers, but this is closer by, in the end.

"That'll be all."

That's the thing about letting an area grow wild - when it needs a little maintenance, it's going to get a bit trampled. Nothing it can't bounce back from, though.

"Huh. I don't know that I've ever seen one of these pumps in action." But it can't be that hard to get water out of (and if all else fails, Haru will double back to the house).

"It might take a few pumps before water starts flowing, but otherwise it's perfectly useable."

He slings his shovel over his shoulder, loosely holding it. He regards Rose for another moment.

"Well then, I'll be around if you need me." Though he's sure Rose can take care of this herself. Having said that, he moves over towards the nearest pot- the one with the pink siris, briefly takes a moment to calculate the best place to start, before he pushes the shovel down, and starts digging.

It doesn't take Haru terribly long to get the vegetable sorted out. Some of them are ready for harvesting, but most of the work to be done with them is simple maintenance, nothing she hasn't done hundreds of times for the same end goal.

(Well, and the end goal of eating them, but she figured out quickly that plants have some Metaverse utility.)

Once she's done and the usable vegetables are delivered inside, she checks to see what Falcon's up to. If there are still holes that need digging, she can do that; if not, then she's ready to help plant things.

By the time Rose is done, Falcon is just about, too. He's finishing up the final hole rapidly- the perks of being a machine, or something. He looks up when she approaches, and puts the shovel down.

"Hey. Anything useable in there?" he asks. He saw her bring something inside, but he didn't see what vegetables they were. After Drake's Palace, he could certainly use some new Scapegoat Eggplants, Star Onions, and Earth beans, though he'll be happy to have some more items to prep with in the future regardless. Especially after...

... Well, nevermind.

"I'm done here, so we can get started on replanting." He pauses for a moment, before he realizes- "Or did you want to take a break first? I can offer you soda or tap water, but that's about it, though." And the soda he only has because Futaba likes to visit, considering he doesn't really drink anything himself.

"Onions and tomatoes, mostly, but I'd guess you'll have some fresh eggplants within the week." Those are especially useful, and Haru's still annoyed she'd never heard of them before arriving here. (So is Noir, for that matter.)

"I'm fine to carry on with the planting first, though I'll probably need some water after that."

He nods in approval, a small smile on his face. Good to know his vegetable garden is producing well.

"Very well then," he says, turning to the pot holding the cherry tree next to him. There is also a bag of special soil. "I suggest one of us keeps the plant straight in the hole while the other packs soil around the roots. Did you have any preference?"

He doesn't mind either way- holding the trees and shrubs in place costs no effort, nor does lifting the sack of soil. He suspects Rose won't have much trouble either, though, if any.

Haru shakes her head. "No preference. I'm happy to do either part."

"Very well then. I'll leave burying the roots to you, in that case."

With gentleness one wouldn't expect from a robot, he removes the cherry tree from the pot, working together with Rose to clean the roots, before he lefts it up, and lowers it into the hole. He adjusts his stance a few times, calculating look on his face.

"Tell me if it's standing straight from all angles?" It should be from his calculations, but it's better to get a second opinion. "Otherwise, go ahead with the soil."

It's gentleness she would expect from any person who cares for what they're planting. Perfectly normal.

"It appears to be." And with that, she makes quick work of covering the roots.

Falcon lets go of the tree once it's stable. He takes a step back, and nods in satisfaction; it may still only be rather small, but the placement is perfect. he looks forward to it growing taller and larger. He makes quick work of watering it, hoping to help it take proper root faster.

"I wonder how quickly it'll grow," he hums, "what with the weird way of time passing in this place, and all."

The grasses and flowers grew in rather quickly, as did his vegetables, but then, those are either wild or carefully cultivated in his greenhouse.

Either way, he's quick to move on to the next plants. He and Rose work mostly in silence, with only the occasional idle chatter to break it. They both understand the process, so it all goes rather well and rather quickly.

"I don't know that I'd expect accelerated growth from trees, but one never knows."

Working mostly in silence isn't a problem, especially when they both know what they're doing. Haru doesn't particularly need chatter to make the work go faster, and efficiency gets the trees where they need to be that much sooner.

And soon, all the new trees and shrubs have been planted and watered. Falcon looks out over his garden with satisfaction, a small smile on his face. Some grasses and weeds got trampled, sure, but they'll grow back soon enough, and overall, he's happy with the work they got done.

All that's left is to put away the gardening tools, which doesn't take very long either.

"So," he turns to Rose, small smile on his face, "you said you wanted some water?"

"I'd certainly appreciate it, yes."

So, Falcon leads Rose back inside (though not before wiping down his 'feet' to get rid of most of the dirt on them. He'd rather not track that through his entire house), pulling out a chair for her at the coffee table. Not that he uses it for coffee, though. Then, he briefly disappears into the kitchen, filling a glass for her, before returning, and setting it down in front of her.

"Thanks for helping out," he says, as he sits down himself, turning his head to look out of the nearby window at his backyard. "While I don't mind taking my time with the garden, it's nice to get things done in a timely manner... not that I have anything better to do, mind you, but still."

She downs a good half of the glass in one go - but that's to be expected, after this much exertion.

"You're welcome. Any time you'd like some help with things, just let me know - as you said, there's not much to do around here."

And today, at least, she figured they could both stand to do something that's not as... fraught.

He glances back at Rose, nodding.

"I appreciate the offer," he hums, looking away again, "and likewise. I wouldn't be opposed to seeing your garden, or helping out with it."

"You're more than welcome to drop by. I've been staying in Iwatodai, but nowhere near any... well, any obvious Kirijo Group properties."

They do kind of own the entire town.

Falcon's face scrunches up a little at the mention of Kirijo, but otherwise he's still in a rather good mood.

"At least there won't be any of them truly around." There better not be, at least. "Either way, I'm curious about your collection of poisons, so I think I will."

He stares out into his garden a little longer, pleased as a punch. He's very happy with how it came out. Even if he and Rose worked mostly in silence, he feels like they have an understanding.

Out of the corner of his eye, a blue butterfly flaps it's wings.

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Well, better that he knows he's going into 'enemy' territory before he gets there.

"And if anyone did try to give you trouble while you were visiting, they'd have to get through me first." Yes, even Kirijo-san herself, for all Haru doesn't think that will be a difficulty if she ever appears.

(She doesn't see the butterfly or hear anything, but she won't bat an eye of Falcon chooses to explain. Aspen's told her the bare basics.)

He blinks at her, and then bursts into amused laughter.

"Not that I can imagine having any trouble with them," he chuckles, smiling, "but I certainly appreciate the sentiment. I'll let you know if I need your help- they'd never even know what hit them."

(He won't; he doesn't see the point. Raven explained to him what it was, but beyond the butterfly, he's never seen any effects. The butterfly is already gone, anyway.)

"No, they wouldn't. You're a person, and you deserve to be treated as such, and if they can't understand that they don't deserve to interact with you."

As she understands it, most of the people responsible for the robotics program weren't real people anyway.

Falcon closes his his eyes, amused grin turning into a more genuine smile.

"... Hah. Thanks." He certainly doesn't dislike Rose's penchant for seeing people as real or not... and being seen as real.

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