Ruben Lundqvist
You're doing it wrong
Sat Jan 27, 2018 12:02

To say that Ruben was looking forward to the agricultural club starting back up was a pretty far stretch. He really couldn't care less about the whole "we can't eat the perfectly good food served at RMI because morals and ethics" spiel that Myffi preached, and he wasn't about to follow her practice and start bringing his own bagged lunches from the organic grocery on Pearl Street, either. Of course he was in favour of protecting the planet - he used to spend almost literally his whole summers camping around the Swedish fjällen precisely because of his enjoyment of the Great Outdoors (note the 'almost' was there only due to family time plus sparring and dueling contests; the latter he was much more keen on). But he knew how to fish and hunt for himself, it was sustainable and careful, and there was no reason to claim that animals having feelings or whatever was enough reason to stop eating meat. Meat was delicious. And good for you.

So no, Ruben wasn't thrilled about the garden opening up again and the Welsh girl doing her educational-slash-lecture thing. Anticipating this introduction, he had meandered over extra slowly and arrived right at the end when Myffi was dismissing her class. When they made eye contact, he mouthed an insincere sorry I'm late in her direction. This was paired with a somewhat more genuine smile of greeting. They weren't friends, in his opinion, but they were business partners (though admittdly their business profited in experience instead of cold hard cash) and staying on good terms with her was critical to his interests.

Pulling his long hair over one shoulder, he began idly twisting it into a loose braid. This had a practical reason: it would keep his gloriously blonde mane out of the dirt. However, it also had an even better reason, in that it was a great excuse for him to stand in one place and survey the section of the garden in front of him, which just so happened to be his their potato patch. Unknown to everyone except Myffi, the potato patch was almost in sight range of the magically-protected grove where Ruben had buried an unspecified number of bottles whose contents, after a summer fermenting, would surely be more alcoholic than potato-y.

Kaye, who had done the honours of sampling his batch last term, had basically said it tasted like garbage. However, that had been when he was rushing the process for the sake of experimentation. These bottles had been literally untouched for months. His potato-based vodka might not be perfect yet, but perfection was a stupid goal and he'd be absolutely fine with it tasting good enough for Kaye to thumbs-up distribution. Actually, he was so confident that the extra fermentation had done the trick, he hadn't waited for a thumbs-up. (He might have dug up one bottle the morning after the Opening Feast, cleaned it off, and, without testing it himself, sent it to her dads as a "thanks for not flipping when we drank all your booze that one time" gift. Hadn't heard back from them yet, but he assumed that was because they were busy doing adult things and not poisoned by the cleverly-named Klippiga Bergens eldiga grönsakssåser.)

By now, Ruben had finished his braid. There was no way he'd be able to just slip off for some... harvesting... of his own (bottled) tubers. But it looked like a few of the potato plants might be nearing time, and also he didn't want to draw too much attention just standing there, so the seventh-year muttered a charm to keep dirt off his faded grey skinny jeans and crouched to investigate. Prodding gently around the base of one plant, he noticed a younger student nearby, reaching into the leaves of another plant, and felt immediately possessive of the immature potatoes they were about to ruin. "Don't touch that," he ordered advised, sharply. "The potatoes are not ready. The buds have barely opened." He indicated one of the obviously not flowering buds with a dirt-smudged finger.

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