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[Bobbie takes the pod from him and studies it as he talks.]

Alright. Sounds pretty foolproof. I can't help with your hair, though.

Yeah, it's a lot simpler than I thought it was gonna be. Turns out most of the difficult parts are in the water, rather than anythin' else. Who knew.

[ He grins and runs a hand through his hair. ]

Well, if you keep messin' with it, I might just leave it as-is.

So it's Prax's problem.

[She reaches out again to snag his hand.]

And I think the messy look is growing on me.

It's Prax's problem. [ He agrees, cheerfully.

She takes his hand and his smile grows, a little bit, that warm in his cheeks still there. He gives her hand a warm squeeze. ]

You know you just opened yourself up to about ten jokes about plants, right? Somethin' about mushrooms...

[ But mostly he's just deflecting because - haha - Gunny likes his hair... ]

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[Bobbie laughs quietly, lacing their fingers together. So much for gardening.]

Something about mushrooms? Is that all you've got?

[ Kind of hard to garden with one hand, yeah, but he doesn't look displeased. He just lets her lace their fingers, and then he squeezes them again, his thumb brushing the side of her hand a little aimlessly. ]

You know, careful or the mushrooms will grow on you - somethin' like that. There's a reason I ain't a comedian.

[She snorts, shaking her head.]

Puns aren't your thing. Stick to flying, sailor.

Farmin' ain't my thing either, but I'm still tryin'.

[ Or he was. Now one of his hands was completely occupied, and honestly? He wasn't that upset about it. ]

[Bobbie gives his hand a little squeeze, then lets go.]

Let's get to it, then. What first?

[ Oh.

Dammit.

He managed not to look disappointed, at least, as he grabbed a pod, and pulled the bag of growing medium - something that looked somewhere between cork and dried sponge and twigs - closer between them. ]

Just grab a bit o' that, put it in the bottom, then the bulb, then six inches on top. A bit'll spill out the holes on the bottom but don't worry about it. Most of it'll stick together.

[Bobbie takes the little pod and does as he says, pressing the growing medium into the bottom and then safely nestling the bulb inside. She brushes a lock of hair out of her face, leaving a little smear of dirt on her cheek.]

Who needs Prax, huh?

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Considerin' that he still had to walk me through this three times, I'm gonna go ahead and say that I do.

[ He glanced up, just to catch the slight streak of dirt, and it was -

Well, god damn it, it was really cute. Really cute.

God fucking damn it.

He raised a hand, gesturing uselessly to his own cheek. ]

You, uh - you got a bit--

[Oh, whoops. Bobbie tries to brush the dirt away, and just manages to make it worse.]

Am I good?

[ Aw, hell.

He's pretty sure that should be illegal. ]

No, uh - Here, just hold still a sec - [ He wiped his hand on the pantleg of his jumpsuit, then reached out, gently running his thumb over her cheek to brush the dirt away, trying to ignore the heat he could feel under his cheeks. ]

There. All good.

[Is that a blush? It's adorable, and Bobbie smiles, not realizing that she's leaning into his touch. It's subtle, but definitely noticeable.]

Thanks.

[ Yeah, it's a blush. He can't help it.

The same way he can't help the way his thumb lingers, a few seconds longer than it really needed to.

Then he clears his throat and pulls away again, back to work, with a stupid little smile on his face. ]

You just gotta fill it up, now.

[That stupid little smile makes her heart skip a beat, and she tries to ignore her disappointment when he pulls away and turns her attention to the pod instead. Get it together, Bobbie. She piles the last of the growing medium in and hands it back to him.]

There. Good to go.

[ He finishes his, then stands up as he takes hers, walking over to one of the long, white rows. He gently places them in the holes next to each other, a little less than a foot apart. ]

There we go. Now Prax's miracle mix'll do all the work, from here on out, till they're big enough to be put around the rest of the station.

[ He steps back over, still smiling, and steals a glance at Bobbie before sitting beside her. ]

It ain't difficult work, there's just a lot of it.

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