The Venusaur paused in what he was doing, leaning on the borrowed hoe he had scrounged up from a busted tool shed as he looked over at Riwane. He offered her a smile in return, though he inwardly chided himself for how tentative it felt to him. It was a feeling that came with unfamiliarity. Truth be told, he wasn't sure how he felt about the other Charizard.

"Thanks," he said kindly, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow on the back of his arm. Looking back over his furrowing work so far, his smile came a bit stronger with pride. "It's slow going, though. It's prepped for flowers, not food."