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Shira toddled between the row of fos plants, following after Daifan. She paused after a few more steps, reaching for one of the leafy greens sprouting from the soil.
“Hahan!”
Daifan turned back at the toddler’s call, and smiled. “They’re getting very big, aren’t they?”
Shira nodded, tugging on the plant until Daifan set down their watering can and uncurled Shira’s chubby fingers from the delicate stem.
“They’re not ready to pick yet,” they explained calmly, settling down in the dirt and sweeping a giggling Shira into their lap. “Just like you, they have a lot more growing to do.”