"Really? I go through the trouble of dressing to the nines and somehow my countenance says 'field laborer'? Hmph." He closes his eyes and straightens his clothes with a huff, but he quickly looks back at César.

"I took care of farming duties back in the Constant generally, when we didn't have the plant creature as part of our group. That included layout management, planting, tending, watering, weeding, and... eugh... fertilizing." Max, stop complaining, you go out of your way to attain the extra-strong, extra-stinky fertilizers and you know it.

"I assure you, I'm quite capable."