You kidding? [He huffs softly, one hand scratching at the back of his neck. He realizes a bit too late that his fingers are crusted and dry with powdered soil, and makes a face. He was gonna have to take a pretty thorough scrub after work like this anyway.]

I barely know what I'm doing. No idea where to start when it comes to seeds, unless we wanna go asking the Storyteller for help. If you're willing to help get this off the ground, you can get first pick of whatever we manage to grow here.