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[dreadinquisitor]

He's gotten better with his communicator - a part of him even likes it! He'll probably get back to you, if you leave him a message.

Conversely, do it the old fashioned way. He'll definitely get back to you.

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[flightforfreedom]

Bananas... those I know. The yellow fruit with the weird skins, right? That I'm sure your Internet Bears would love? [He flashed Maxwell a grin because, sorry Max, you aren't escaping the sex jokes here.]

Cabbage. That's it. Not Cabbigs. It's weird how much language I've had to learn here. I had to finish my vegetables as a child or I wasn't allowed in my mom's ship, which meant no flying the next day. So yeah. I ate them.

[dreadinquisitor]

And here I would have remarked about what a good boy you are.

[He heaves a heavy sigh, but there's a smile hovering around his mouth and he pats the dirt around the plants stem, tucking the seedling in.]

There was no incentive for me, it was one of those "because I said so" deals. I've always had trouble with those too.

[freedomflighter]

Are you talking to the Roomba again?

[Finn hadn't been about to make out any words as he walked from the drive way to the backyard, arms full of more garden supplies (manure, mostly manure). He'd just heard the distinct masculine rumble which meant it wasn't Maeve, so assumed and yelled out before he could see anything.]

Could you grab- oh!

[And Poe had company. Surprise?]

[flightforfreedom]

[Poe laughed.]

Yeah, no. Good boy would not have been a descriptor for me, as a kid. Especially not after my mom d-- [But here he was cut off by Finn appearing, and Poe looked up from his work with a grin.]

Hey! You're home! Come and meet Maxwell, our newest neighbour.

[dreadinquisitor]

[There's a little confusion, one of Maxwell's eyebrows lifting (Roomba? But he hadn't seen anyone else). But he offers the newcomer a smile as he approaches. He rises up from the dirt and claps one hand against his thigh to - more or less - clean it off before holding it out.]

Hello. You're - Finn? I'm guessing.

[A glance at Poe to confirm.]

[freedomflighter]

Hey, yeah.

[Finn reflexively shifts the bags he's carrying to reach out his own hand- then snatches it back at the last minute.]

Uh, actually? Let's get the crap out of the way first.

[Literally. He's not dissing on small talk, but apparently gardens need these bags of poop. So. Let him hand these off to Poe first.]

[flightforfreedom]

[Poe just laughs and takes the manure, putting it off to the side.]

Pretty sure his hands are already dirty, but you're good to go now.

[dreadinquisitor]

[Maxwell's eyebrows go up, but his smile remains, handsomely lopsided as the bags trade sides.]

A pleasure. Poe's told me about you.

[As he offers his hand again, he gestures to the garden with the other.]

I hope you don't mind me getting my hands in.