Just as she had thought - her son was no fool. "Don't be cheeky," she chided, shooting him an unamused look that was mostly in jest. "Now you know snargaluffs are cumbersome without a second pair of hands, but by all means you can do both on your own if you'd prefer. I'll hold the bucket and watch you dodge the tentacles." She was quite happy to wrestle the plants by herself but she wanted to talk and he may as well be useful. He didn't need his hands free to flap his jaw.

She'd get the talk underway once he was making himself useful.

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