"Ours are in potting soil from a bag. There's little white things in it too! Mrs. Ingles bought it though so it should be the right kind for sunflowers right?" she wouldn't buy them the wrong kind for the plant, it'd be cruel, right?

The sandwiches were done, the little conference had covered everything important...and the adults were still talking. That left only one possible action. Aya reached across the small circle to poke Braig's shoulder. "TAG!"