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It had been a rather good day for Thomas.

A certain gentleman had come by his usual drop point, interested in engaging Ouroboros' particular talents. A short walk, about an hours worth of work snaking through vents and cracks, and a job well done. So well done in fact that his most recent customer had given him a bit of a bonus. A bag full of grape seeds, apparently prime for the planting.

Walking home, Thomas had taken the time to plot it out in his head. There was a beautiful expanse of farm land in the rear of his new home that would be wonderful for grapes to flourish, all he'd have to do is some hoeing and digging, and he'd have a fine crop next year.

Which is why when Thomas made his way back to said area, his jaw dropped in astonishment that there was already a crop of grapes waiting for him. Full rows of ready to drop fruit in row after row, just as he'd imagined planting them. "Well." Glancing at the bag of seeds in his hands. "Guess I won't actually need these."

Even as he makes the decison to get rid of the seeds, the field in front of him wavers, fades and vanishes with a sort of popping noise. Thomas stares for a moment, completely confused, before venturing "Huh, guess I do need to plant them after a- Oh, come on!" For now, the grapes are back.

"What the hell is going on here?"

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At Thomas's startled exclamation, Angela lifts her head from washing dishes and peers out of the window before heading outside.

"Hey," she asks. "What's up?"

"Grapes." Pointing to the field of such produce. Then he hefts his bag of seeds, and mentally decides not to plant them next year.

At which point the grapes vanish. "No grapes."

Angela stares, blinking. "What the...how did you do that?"

For one thing, they hadn't planted much of anything and where did the grapes come from?

And for another, where the heck did they go?

"Well, I'm going to plant these seeds next year.." Gesturing with his bag of seeds. And, of course, with the intent, the grapes return, lush and fruitful.

"-Damnit."

"That's just weird, Thomas." Her brow furrows. "Where did you get the seeds?"

"Paying customer." Probably best not to ask too much more. "So, If I plant the seeds next year, I'll get a crop this year?"

Angela generally doesn't ask many questions about his line of work.

"It...looks that way?"

She shakes her head. "Only here could you actually find someone who would give you magic seeds."

"You know what really sucks about this?" Thomas slumps, still clutching the seeds. "The item I picked up for him was a small statuette of a cow. If these vines grow into the clouds, I'm burning the damn things."

Angela shakes her head again and puts an arm around him. "Well...grapevines tend to grow across and not up so maybe we'll luck out?"

"Want a grape?" Gazing at the rows of fruit. "Or two?"

"Sure. Are we going to start a winery?"

She grins at him. She's sure she could find out how.

"When life hands you grapes...make wine." It's as good a proverb as any.

"That's not a half bad idea." Thomas strokes his chin, contemplating. "There's enough of them."

She kisses his cheek. "Good for barter, too." And about a thousand other things, if it's good.

"They certainly look about ready to drop off...those grapes are huge."

Thomas rubs his belly. "Yummy too." And then he precedes to pluck one, finally and eat it..and then pauses, confused. "Wait, i tasted that before i ate... oh, wow."

"Seriously?"

Angela picks a grape and just as she's about to put it into her mouth, she tastes it. "That is so weird," she says, her mouth full.

She chews and swallows. "Just...really really good but really really weird."

"Grapes that grow before you plant them. So, like..." His eyes go distant, thinking about it. "Reannuals?"

"Retroannuals? Retroactive perennials? You could go crazy. Reannuals it is."

She grins at him. "Well, I have to say one thing...this place isn't dull."

"Not a bit." The seeds are stored in his jacket, for now, anyways. "Hows things on your end?"

"Pretty good. I'm going to teach Sonya to knit!"

She pauses. "As soon as I find needles and nice, soft baby yarn, anyway."

"Sonya... the fat chick?" No one tells him anything.

"The pregnant chick," she corrects. "She doesn't have anything put aside for the baby yet. Plus, she's bored. She needs a hobby that doesn't have anything to do with fighting."

"Pregnant? Wow, she worked fast, huh?"

"Um...apparently it happened before she got here. So, no babydaddy."

"Oh." Thomas thinks for a bit. "Good thing we moved out before she popped, huh?"

Angela tilts her head at him. "Well...I guess? Why?"