Alex smiled faintly, looking over at Prof... Neville. "Thanks," he said, the smile widening a bit, and he shook his head, amused. "I sort of am, actually. Been seventeen for about three weeks."
He ran his fingers through the box of pods. "Not that I feel grown up, or anything, but I guess the number's important for some things." He shrugged one shoulder and pulled out a tray, setting it aside and starting to open the pods, letting the seeds spill out onto it, ready for drying. "I think there's enough starting out to give these a week. The book I read said that was probably adequate, if there's enough sun. I think nearly-July has that bit covered."
He looked up from the pods, then grinned. "You think? I'm so tired, I'm not sure what I'm running on right now, but I'll take it..."