Daff had lost all track of time, getting Oscar settled into his new plot after Professor Skeeter said she could keep him here over the summer months and she could pick his care back up in September. It had to be past dinner now, but she'd brought some crackers to nibble on while she worked on the plot and the late spring evening had started to fade from blue to gold to purple, which was the only indicator she'd had about how long she'd been out here.

It wasn't until she heard the greenhouse door open and close that she realized she was humming quietly to herself to fill the silence, Hector happily munching on the plant scraps she'd had to take care of in moving him. It had been quite the endeavor, moving him, with as big as he was, and not getting chomped on. He'd gotten her once, on the arm, but it wasn't too bad, but she had been sweating a little, hair coming loose from its plait and a little bit of dirt smudged on her cheeks. The effort was worth it though, to see him continue to flourish, even as her project came to a close.

She was just about done, shoveling some fresh soil and fertilizer onto his roots carefully when she saw Noble come around the corner. "Hi," she greeted him with a wide smile. "I had to transplant him, it was quite the endeavor." Though he was hardly eighteen inches tall or so at this point, he was rather feisty. "Did I miss supper?" Hopefully she would be able to get a late night snack or something along those lines to hold her over until tomorrow.