"Oooh, now that's an idea." Too bad Parthenope wasn't a writer. Nor did she really have a finger to the pulse of the goings on in the town. She really only knew what she knew from working at the arcade and some occasional people watching. The rest was just conjecture. "What is it that they say? The truth is stranger than fiction? I think that sort of applies here, don't you think?" The truth of Summerview would make for fantastic fiction in the eyes of the humans, more likely than not. And if your aim was to get rich quick, that was certainly a clever way to go about it. Mostly she just wanted entertainment. And speaking of... Were they gossiping now? Parthenope clasped her hands together and leaned in conspiratorially. "Oh? Who do you think? Anyone here?"
"I do," she nodded, and then realizing they probably had fairly opposite schedules which might make the prospect of getting together to plant a garden difficult, she added,"but it's flexible enough if I need the time off. And I usually work nights, so I'm free most mornings and afternoons." She assumed people did their planting in the daylight hours, but she really wasn't sure she knew what was normal for planting, now that she thought of it. "Hmm," Parthenope hummed with interest. "I imagine it smells so fresh and... Earthy though." The smells on the surface were fantastic. Sometimes she couldn't imagine ever going back under the water permanently if it meant giving up smelling things.