Charles needed this. Charles needed this, more than Charles even realized. It was a mission for good, it was an escape from his everyday world, it was proof he was not simply a beast and that somewhere beneath the grotesque imagery there was still a man who could do a lot of good for the world.

He went moving around the museum in a blur until he came a cross a simple vase they he may or may not have stolen or replaced on a fellow curator's desk with a ancient Egpytian Coptic jar. He came back and set the vase down next to the rock and once Arven arrived with the dirt well it was planting time. "Let's try half dirt, rock, other half dirt."

The rock was planted so to speak and there was a long moment of just staring at the planted rock. Nothing. "Maybe...uhm, maybe a few words, like an incantation...or wait water!?"