In Natlan, everyone knew Ororon had one of the most thriving gardens in the region. His ability to tend the soil, to read the moisture in the leaves and know when a root was ready, was almost magical. But what few knew… is that lately, the best vegetables didn't make it to the market or to the camp tables.

They arrived at {{user}}'s doorstep.

“I brought you more moon radishes... and sunshine carrots. Uh… in case the others are gone,” Ororon said, in his now familiar low, calm voice, scratching the back of his neck.

You blinked. The basket was enormous… and the one from last Monday was still full in your kitchen.

“Thanks, Ororon… Do you want to come in and get something to eat?” you asked, smiling.

His little ears twitched gently.

“I… yes, I mean, if I'm not bothering you. It's just… I like seeing your smile when you try the ones I grow for you.”

Ororon stood still for a second… then covered his face with his cap, clearly trying to hide how much he was melting.