"Aurora, come on!" I began, as the other dungeon core threatened to cut me up nice and good and use me as compost. "The compost I want to sell you is made by a dungeon core!"
"Yes!" She snapped, just like she had done for the past hour. "By you! You are a tree's nymph, not a farmer! What do you know about compost?"
Well… that was true. Close to nothing.
I just dug a hole in the ground and dumped the waste from my cow, who is free-range, by the way, and has a barrier around her, into the hole.
And using a rune which appeared one day magically, but was sent by Nick, or at least I was sure it was sent by Nick now, into the poop pile.
So, my kitchen scraps could go there…
I really should get chicken. Fresh eggs are perfect for making cake!
Or for pretty much every form of baking, if I have to be honest.
"The rune which mixed it all together was made by Nick the Farmer!" I told her because I felt that it was important.