"That's good. You'll have some degree of familiarity, then." They come to the end of the empty rows, where some seedlings had already been planted. Kratos steps over the pipe so he can face Conan and reach over, if need be, but give Conan the room to work as he needs without either someone hanging over his shoulder or being relegated to mere 'assistant'.

He pulls the potting mix close enough for the both of them, and sets the box of seedlings down on the unused side of the hollow garden beds. "First we need a base in the new pot," he says, shaking out some potting mix into his side and then pushing it closer to Conan. "About half to three quarters, for now."