[WV, who has been practicing swordsmanship with Cain like he's been for the past several mornings, is on a water and snack break, and has wandered over to near where Ken is doing his thing. Hearing a commotion, he makes his way over to the doorway and pokes his head in after Ken's settled onto his bench]
[he's holding a half-empty bottle of water in his little hands, forgotten for a moment as he recognizes Ken]
Ah, it is you! The human who was tending the flowers, who informed me about pesticides. Ken, isn't it?