[There is much to enjoy about Joshua's presence, Dion is swiftly learning. His favorite partes, however, continue to be the moments of radical gentleness. A kiss to the side of his head feels almost foreign to him, and Dion finds himself treasuring it all the more. It leaves him feeling remiss about sitting up straight, moving out of that aura of warmth and comfort for the time being.]

Glad though I would be for your time, I admit that I have not planned out any more beyond this. [He carves a hole into the earth, deep in thought. There isn't much to be done around the grove, and even if there was, Dion would be reluctant to travel too far. He shouldn't have anything to fear when it comes to the snakes, considering his own abilities, and yet...

Instead, he sifts through the memories of what Clive suggested. He remembers all the food he'd recommended, which... quickly gives him pause.]

We could... find a sugar beet?