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The gardening work is slow for the time being (given the snow), but it gave Chase a few ideas how to tide things over. You see, he worked out that people will pay more money for plants when the dirty work has been done.

So he spent the morning outside, with a bag of bulbs, some plant pots, and some glitter spray paint. First of all he worked out that it was easier to spray the pot before putting the soil in, then he got into a rhythm - spray, soil, bulb, done.

He's now set up a stall in the main bar, selling said shiny pots.

Dafodils
$1 a pot
All profits go to feeding runaways.

He sits back and waits for his moneymaking scheme to take off. Piece of cake, right?

Sadly, having been mostly responsible for digging in the garden rather than actual horticulture, he has planted all fifty bulbs upside down in the pots. But there's still some chance they might grow. Probably.

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"Thanks a lot, it's a real help. Er, what's your name? I'm Chase Stein."

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"It's a pleasure to meet you, Chase. I'm Mother Nature."

She offers her hand and smiles kindly.

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"Wow." Chase shakes the hand. "That's pretty awesome. I figured mother nature was one of those... metaphysical things."

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She chuckles.

"Some would say I am."

She knows he probably meant 'metaphorical' but sees no reason to correct him.

"Lots of impossible things happen in Milliways."

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"Yeah. I started changing my socks daily." Chase jokes.

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She gives him an amused smile.

"Take care, Chase. If you need help with your flowers, leave word."

She turns and leaves, not taking her original purchase with her...she can make more, and he could use the money.