"Eh, fair enough," Satoru shrugs. It's really no skin off his nose if she chops at the pumpkin vines with pruning shears, knives, axes or the finest swords the Gold Court had to offer. Actually, he'd probably prefer the latter, just for the scandalized looks she'd get.
He finally levers himself off of his chair, hands in his pockets as he takes a few steps into the mass of vines crossing the path to the greenhouse. He peers down at them over the top of his sunglasses, idly stooping to pick up the end of a vine.
"I get a feeling you novices are going to be eating a lot of pumpkin over the next month," he chuckles. "For once I'm glad I don't have to eat."
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He finally levers himself off of his chair, hands in his pockets as he takes a few steps into the mass of vines crossing the path to the greenhouse. He peers down at them over the top of his sunglasses, idly stooping to pick up the end of a vine.
"I get a feeling you novices are going to be eating a lot of pumpkin over the next month," he chuckles. "For once I'm glad I don't have to eat."