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Harvest (Abby Sciuto and OTA)
Who: Abby Sciuto and OTA.
Where: The Greenhouse of Here.
When: Daylight. That leaves it nice and open.
What: Tomatoes, of course.

[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]


It was nearing the end of the season for Abby's valiant tomato plants, and she was picking what would be the close-to-last batch. She had a basket, about medium sized, because she only had six plants, after all. They'd done really well, though, and it made her very happy.

And she wasn't wearing black today. She'd opted for red - one of her other favourite colors - and she thought it was appropriate, because of the colour of the tomatoes.

"We match!" she'd told them upon her arrival. The plants hadn't objected to the statement, so she continued to talk to them while she picked them, about photosynthesis and biology and cross-breeding and this guy named Mark.

Anyone coming across her would possibly think she'd gone crazy, but if they knew her, they wouldn't be worried.