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Mar. 16th, 2015 08:58 pmFry is a creature of routine.
An hour for homework, thirty minutes for gaming, an hour for piano practice. And now since spring arrived, it's been time to do gardening, and plants have to be watered every day.
Mum let him have a shelf in the greenhouse so that he can garden when it's raining, because not being able to do his gardening at the right time was stressing him out. So now gardening is half an hour a day too, and if it doesn't take half an hour he sits and reads the seed packets.
Coral, who did the Garlic Challenge with him last year (buy one garlic, grow each clove, sell it back to the parents) has been watching this time in the greenhouse with interest. Knowing that interrupting Fry in the middle of an activity is often a bad idea, she waits outside the greenhouse until he comes out.
"Fry, what's a hundred times one pound seventy five?" she asks, when he comes out.
"A hundred and seventy five pounds." Fry says. "Why?"
"I went with Mummy to the shop and tomato plants were one pound seventy five." Coral says. "But there's a hundred seeds in a packet and that's only a pound. If we grew a whole packet and sold them we'd be millionaires."
Fry considers this. It's not a bad idea. To the extent that he wishes he'd thought of it first.
"They're my tomato seeds." he says. "And I'm the best gardener. So I should do it."
"But it was my idea and I want to do it too." Coral says. "We can do the badge where we make money. The ontraplanter one."
Fry is about to tell her that he can do it better on his own. But she does have a point. Maybe her small cuteness will help them sell things.
"They're my tomatoes." he says. "But you could grow sunflowers? And then we'll make three hundred and fifty pounds."
"And then we could give some to Gil so he can get a robot heart?" Coral suggests.
"I think he already got that." Fry says. "We could get him another hat. Dad says he has to stay warm."
Fry considers his Big Brother duties to be done for the day, and they get some paper to plan out their new business venture. Then they start planting all the rest of the seeds, until they work through the twenty pots in the greenhouse.
"Where else can we plant them?" Coral asks.
"I'll get some mugs." Fry decides, going back to the house and getting as many as he can find. Together they fill them with mud and put seeds in them, but there's still lots left over. And there's no more space on Fry's shelf.
"We could put them in trays." Fry considers.
"But there's no more room unless we move Mummy's things." Coral points out.
"We could grow them in your room with a light and some foil." Fry says. "I saw it on Police Interceptors when they raided that gardener's house."
They set up the remaining hundred and sixty plants in trays in Coral's room, under the combined glow of a Frozen table lamp and a Thomas the Tank Engine desk light. Quite a bit of mud goes on the carpet, and it gets a bit wet, but that doesn't matter because it's Coral's carpet and not his.
"Will you play with me again tomorrow?" Coral asks him, when they're done.
"No." Fry says. "We will do gardening. You have to turn up or I will fire you."
"Okay!"
An hour for homework, thirty minutes for gaming, an hour for piano practice. And now since spring arrived, it's been time to do gardening, and plants have to be watered every day.
Mum let him have a shelf in the greenhouse so that he can garden when it's raining, because not being able to do his gardening at the right time was stressing him out. So now gardening is half an hour a day too, and if it doesn't take half an hour he sits and reads the seed packets.
Coral, who did the Garlic Challenge with him last year (buy one garlic, grow each clove, sell it back to the parents) has been watching this time in the greenhouse with interest. Knowing that interrupting Fry in the middle of an activity is often a bad idea, she waits outside the greenhouse until he comes out.
"Fry, what's a hundred times one pound seventy five?" she asks, when he comes out.
"A hundred and seventy five pounds." Fry says. "Why?"
"I went with Mummy to the shop and tomato plants were one pound seventy five." Coral says. "But there's a hundred seeds in a packet and that's only a pound. If we grew a whole packet and sold them we'd be millionaires."
Fry considers this. It's not a bad idea. To the extent that he wishes he'd thought of it first.
"They're my tomato seeds." he says. "And I'm the best gardener. So I should do it."
"But it was my idea and I want to do it too." Coral says. "We can do the badge where we make money. The ontraplanter one."
Fry is about to tell her that he can do it better on his own. But she does have a point. Maybe her small cuteness will help them sell things.
"They're my tomatoes." he says. "But you could grow sunflowers? And then we'll make three hundred and fifty pounds."
"And then we could give some to Gil so he can get a robot heart?" Coral suggests.
"I think he already got that." Fry says. "We could get him another hat. Dad says he has to stay warm."
Fry considers his Big Brother duties to be done for the day, and they get some paper to plan out their new business venture. Then they start planting all the rest of the seeds, until they work through the twenty pots in the greenhouse.
"Where else can we plant them?" Coral asks.
"I'll get some mugs." Fry decides, going back to the house and getting as many as he can find. Together they fill them with mud and put seeds in them, but there's still lots left over. And there's no more space on Fry's shelf.
"We could put them in trays." Fry considers.
"But there's no more room unless we move Mummy's things." Coral points out.
"We could grow them in your room with a light and some foil." Fry says. "I saw it on Police Interceptors when they raided that gardener's house."
They set up the remaining hundred and sixty plants in trays in Coral's room, under the combined glow of a Frozen table lamp and a Thomas the Tank Engine desk light. Quite a bit of mud goes on the carpet, and it gets a bit wet, but that doesn't matter because it's Coral's carpet and not his.
"Will you play with me again tomorrow?" Coral asks him, when they're done.
"No." Fry says. "We will do gardening. You have to turn up or I will fire you."
"Okay!"
