Everyone in the world had a gift, something that they could offer to others. Even the worst people - and Caleb had met a good deal of them - had something worth teaching. Just like Caleb knew very little about gardening or different plants because he hadn't had a lot of exposure to that sort of thing, Caduceus hadn't had as much exposure to books or lengthy bits of writing. It didn't make one better and the other worse, it just meant that they had something to share with one another and something to learn from one another. Caleb enjoyed that tremendously. It was one of the most exciting things he knew - being able to learn from someone you knew and trusted. And he was overjoyed by being able to share that with his friend. Besides, every book he'd ever read was housed somewhere in that library and he was sure they could start somewhere simple.
"I would offer to write them down for you," he said, still pausing to eat between thoughts, "but that sounds like a good goal to set. We'll aim for that first. And then all your stories can be added to the library for the others to read as well." When they got there. If they got there. He was still holding out hope, though it had been a while since the last one had arrived. Maybe it was because he wasn't focusing so hard on bringing them there. Maybe they were just taking their time. It seemed very much like the Chaos Crew to show up fifteen minutes late with a keg and a few bruises.
He smiled at the thought, but turned his gaze back towards Caduceus, watching as his ears twitched and the wonderfully bashful look crossed his face. He loved being able to cause that look too. Even if it was from such a simple comment. He reached over for the plate and leaned in to nuzzle his own scruffy cheek against Caduceus' much softer one. "Of course I know," he nodded. "I know the... the devotion, I guess, is all part of what you do and why you do it. And that part is interesting too. But there's no part of the process too big or too small. It's the process itself that I'd like to see. All the little bits. The tedium. The parts you have to do in order to get to the bigger parts."
He felt like he was doing a very poor job of explaining himself, but he wanted to see the planting and watering. He wanted to know how Caduceus chose which plants went where or if he just scattered seeds and let the Wildmother decide. He really just wanted to watch him work. Everything else was... well, it was just everything else. Watching, learning, listening to the stories or anecdotes Caduceus told while he did it all... those things were far more important.