[ meandering over as he hears his name, alfyn crouches down next to erin and peers at the spot where the turnip was. and then he blinks rapidly when it regrows. ]

Whoa! No, that's a new one. [ his shoulders bump up against hers as he scootches closer, reaching to pluck a head? cluster? whatever of spinach out, picking a few leaves off to chew on just straight out of the ground like the hick that he is. when the leaves begin to unfurl out of the ground again, in short order, he pokes at the ground. ]

D'you think if I took any of this soil and put it in a makeshift garden box back in the village, I'd be able to super grow more herbs?