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"Alright," the stranger sighed, "what's with the orange peels?"
I was laying some fragments of orange peels out to dry for black gold and others near some potted carnivorous plants that needed to be fed.
"Black gold," I said as I pointed to the ones drying on the sunlit stone. "Plant food." I pointed to the other peels that were already attracting flies.
"I thought that those plants didn't like any nutrients in their soil," he remarked as he gracefully draped himself across a fallen log in the shadow of a large maple. "And I though that you hated potting plants."
"They don't. But they still need food, just not food like the others." I sat down not too far from him, in the shade too. "I don't like potting plants but a kid asked me for a plant that wasn't like any others."
"So, obviously, you chose..." he propped himself up, "what is that, anyway?"
"Dionaea. A fly trap." I cast my gaze back to the potted plant that just caught a decent size fly. "I had to do a lot of trading to get a hold of that plant."
"If it was such a hassle to get, why did you?"
"The kid was curious about the world outside our boarders." I looked him dead in the eyes and told him, "Tell me how I could have said 'no'." I settled in a position similar to his. "When I see the kid again, I plan on giving it to him as a gift."
After I said that, he settled back down on his log, lost in thought.