OOM/IM: The Tea Workshop

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut started with one plant.

One sapir tea plant, more of a little side project than anything else, to test the waters of gardening - it's been so long since the temple and its protected gardens were a part of his life.

That was a couple months ago.

After finding that he was crowding their rooms with plants, Chirrut slowly moved his operation to a new room provided by Bar - one with light from windows he's been told are large, and a watering system built in so he doesn't have to fret about the job being done. His sapir plants sit neatly in a row along their bench as he fusses with them, setting them up just so.

He's found he missed this.

He didn't think it was something he had been missing, before.

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[iprotectyou]

Baze knocks on the doorframe, popping in from his beer brewing workshop, which is right next door. He notes the empty pots and bags of sphagnum moss and sandy soil in the corner, and raises his brows.

"How many plants are you going to have before you're satisfied, Chirrut?" Baze says, beaming at his friend even as the larger man folds his arms. "Enough that you'll need two tea rooms?"