Lightning-Dono: I'm having tons of fun: D

Answers to the Review(s)

kelley28 – Ah, thank you! I'm flattered that you find it good enough for your favs. o.o If you wish to read more, more you shall get! –types...really really fast-

BorderWolf – Thank you! I'm glad that you liked it. You know, I never figured that Nami would ever have a sense of humor, which is scary. She just seems so indifferent about everything.

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Seventh of Spring

I paid the plantation a visit just a while ago. Everything seems to be doing fine, to say the very least. It's amazing how many turnips can be grown in such a short period of time – I'm awe-struck at their vegetables' will to grow. That sounded horrifically stupid, but being a girl who has her roots in the city, I never did care much for the growing and wills of plants.

Celia and I had a nice chat today. In general, she did most of the talking, but I would insert a few words here and there, so it was mainly her being the chatty one, which was rather unusual for her. The most I had ever seen her talk to was probably to have Vesta consult on seeds, Marlin for placing orders for things from Mineral Town, and the occasional crooning for plants. We were talking about how stupendously arrogant Jack was in terms of farming and his sudden attraction to Muffy. This was only the first season and already he was singling out choice brides for himself instead of worrying about his farm. And I quote from Celia:

"Because we're kind of...ummm...rival farms in the valley, I always walk by his farm when I'm not working to see how it's doing it. So far, it doesn't look quite as prosperous as when his father had tended to it. His cow is never out grazing, the grass in his fields are as tall as trees in a rainforest, and he's never on the farm. In the mornings when I'm tending to the vegetables I see him leave the farm and he comes back at around nine, sometimes even later."

So far, I can conclude that his farm is lacking in quality and his work on it is poor. I'm not at all surprised, however. A spoiled, city-boy like him shouldn't even be working on a farm by himself. If he ever marries Muffy, their level of farming skills would go hand in hand since I doubt Muffy has ever even watered a single plant. Unless Jack is having some demented idea that Muffy is a working-class woman and would kindly do all the work for him. Personally, I think he would be better off with someone like Celia who doesn't mind work.

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Okay, it's night now. Get this, Jack offered me a jar of milk just an hour ago when I was trying to get into the Inn. He just wouldn't get out of my way and he kept shoving it in my face, like he was trying to prove something. All he would say it, "You always give me dirty looks when I'm around, so I want to show you that I can actually produce something and I'm not such a bad guy." He's amazingly persistent, and I would have said just that, but remembering what Muffy did to him the other day, I decidednot to make his day any more miserable. So I took it, more to have him get out of the way than make him happy. Right now, it's on my desk and I'm afraid to drink it. Perhaps I'll just hand it over to Ruby so she can use it in her cooking...but if I leave it out for too long, it'll become spoiled so I might as well try it. Tomorrow, perhaps, as the lavender scent Ruby sprayed in my room when she was cleaning it is quite strong and it's making my nostrils ache. I think I'll go out for another short walk to get some fresh air. It's only eight, afterall.