[Da Qing's poking the soil in the pot; Zhao holds off on poking at bits of the plant and makes eye contact with its weirdo gardener instead as he glares huffily.
At last, he nods in the direction of a plant supply shelf, and Zhao strolls that way, poking through boxes and jars. A surprising number of them aren't labeled.]
Hmm, this one? [He holds up a jar half-full of a white powder with blue specks in it, and the gardener scoffs. "That's rooting hormone."]
This? [A big bag; this powder is pale tan. The man's silent for a minute before saying suspiciously, "Yeah."
Zhao pats his pockets and, at last produces a baggie to sample some of the fertilizer.]
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[Da Qing's poking the soil in the pot; Zhao holds off on poking at bits of the plant and makes eye contact with its weirdo gardener instead as he glares huffily.
At last, he nods in the direction of a plant supply shelf, and Zhao strolls that way, poking through boxes and jars. A surprising number of them aren't labeled.]
Hmm, this one? [He holds up a jar half-full of a white powder with blue specks in it, and the gardener scoffs. "That's rooting hormone."]
This? [A big bag; this powder is pale tan. The man's silent for a minute before saying suspiciously, "Yeah."
Zhao pats his pockets and, at last produces a baggie to sample some of the fertilizer.]