"Huh. Okay." She has a little pile of sprouted potatoes now, for whenever Kiray thinks the new plot is ready.

Kiray starts planting potatoes. "I don't know what the quality of the soil is right now. We might want to cook or dry out our dung so it doesn't give us any diseases and use it as fertilizer."

"I think I'd be alright with that if I had any way to get soap." She's been cleaning herself via deleting and recreating parts of her surface, and it's adequate but she could still really use a bath. "Maybe ash and olive oil would work."

"That I don't know."

"It seems worth a shot. And now that I think about it, I should be providing wood for the campfires, too; it's got to be easier and more sustainable than Sovi gathering it." She starts in on butternut squash, having decided it will be easier to cook than pumpkins; the first couple go on a leaf-plate for today's "dinner".

"Weren't you going to do pumpkins?"

"I realized the only thing I know how to make with pumpkins is pumpkin pie, and that needs lots of stuff I don't have. Squash I can just roast and it'll be pretty good."

"Okay. I don't know how to cook."

"Do you know if there was anything stopping Sovi from making you know everything she knows plus everything I know?"

"I'm not sure. I think she might have been especially concentrating on farming."

"Huh. Well, farming is definitely the most important thing right now, but if I was making someone I think I'd want to give them as much knowledge as possible. You never know what might come in handy. I hope that wasn't a rude thing to say, sorry."

"It's all right."

She starts planting the squash, a few each of a couple different kinds. "What do you know about good growing conditions, should we be finding somewhere shadier or sunnier for anything?"

"I think I don't know more than you about that. We could plant some of everything in different places and see which grows best."

"Sure; it's not like I'm going to run out of plants. How about in the shade of that tree over there?"

"I don't want to put it very close to the tree in case they compete for water, but close enough to be shaded part of the day works."

"Yeah, and if we put it too close we'll hit roots when we try to dig holes for them. Speaking of which, I bet I can make you a shovel handle for that rock you're digging with. Can you hold it out for a minute?"

"Sure." Kiray holds out the rock.

Margaret turns both arms from scales to skin just to be safe, then extrudes a single long branch that grows around the rock, leaving the sharpest edge exposed, with an approximate handle on the other end and an ultra-thin bit so she can remove it easily. It's not the most pleasant experience--the branch tugs on her skin weirdly--but when she's done Kiray has a pretty good approximation of a shovel.

"Thanks!" says Kiray, and she resumes working more efficiently.

Margaret joins in the digging whenever her plant-creation gets ahead of places to put them, with a metal shovel this time. "Anything I make that isn't biological disappears when I let go of it," she explains.

"Why?"

"Magical girl powers are weird, Earth scientists don't really know what's going on with them. Anything that counts as part of my body sticks around; anything that doesn't disappears. I can delete things too--if I put something in a pocket and then stop having the pocket, it's gone."

"Huh."

"Yeah." Dig holes, plant plants, futile attempt to come up with a polite way of asking "So are you going to start having sex with Daz and Sovi and if so can you give me five minutes warning first," give up and say nothing, more planting.