Heh. We'll, I might pick gardening as our next job together so you better be prepared to get your hands dirty with actual dirt.

[And at least it's not dirty with cwyld gunk. Like they are right now... Sora fusses, one ear twitching annoyingly at the black sticky stuff stuck in his fur. He tugs at his shirt and then winces when he moves the wrong way and makes a stinging burn hurt.]

It's getting late so it might be good if we find somewhere to sleep for the night too. We can head back in the morning, right?

[Sora then starts to strip off his shirt. Healing charms, yes please...]