Joseph
Mr Bones looked around. Now that he was further into this portion of the tree he was able to get a better view of it. Unfortunately, it was still the skeleton god's first time in this strange area. 
"I couldn't say. I believe it is a meeting hall of some sort, a ritual was recently organised here although I wasn't present for it. I imagine you weren't either, you seem... Young. Young enough to not remember the dreaming ritual at least. I imagine that you'll probably want to know what it was- the dreaming, I believe, god had foreseen some sort of evil that was coming for us all. Due to this, she wanted to give mortals the gift of prophetic dreams or something like that. I personally attempted to have my realm not be affected and I believe that it has worked so far. Unfortunately none of my sentients sleep so I can't really test it out. Anyway, we still don't know each other's names. I am Mr Bones, god of the dead, undead and dying. Who might you be?"
Lee
The Great Locust considered him for a moment. The lord of the dead, hm? There was little risk revealing her age, and so she only nodded to affirm what he had said. "It's only recently that I've awakened." She nodded, because while she had been growing for some time already, she hadn't actually been conscious until the moment of her ripening and her divine ascension. She glanced down at herself, wondering if she had been one of his before now. Where did souls go before their life even began? Were they dead, or were they nonexistent at all. Those sort of questions, interesting as they were, weren't pertinent at the moment. That whole bit about the god of dreams was similarly useless for this present conversation, though she filed that information away in her mind for future use. What to do now... Oh, right. She supposed she should respond and introduce herself. 

She placed a hand on her chest. "Ah, right. I'm Triticea." She nodded. "The goddess of the harvest, as well as hunger and satiety." It felt odd, how naturally those words fell from her lips when she had never before spoken them. She placed her hands on her hips, looking proud as she proclaimed her divine portfolios. Deciding to elaborate, she continued on. "My reign is over all domesticated plants, those that don't fall under the dominion of the wild gods." All plants in the realms were split under the command of her or the gods of nature, though as the first and currently only god of agriculture, she held unquestioned authority over the plants that mortals had tamed. As she moved, though, she grimaced and looked down at her form.

"Urgh, this shape is annoying." She complained, not particularly caring if he heard her. "It's so limited. I don't see why this is one of my natural faces." She allowed her form to unravel, shifting into her true form, albeit shrunken down to be able to fit within the Hall of the Gods. Her veritable array of eyes turned back to him, waiting for him to continue the conversation.
Joseph
The skeletal god watched as Triticea changed before his eyes. She was becoming a... What was she? A plant? Why would someone want to be such an ugly mass of vegetation and dead insects? I didn't matter, Mr Bones just had to deal with it for now. Ideally a god of plants wouldn't need to come visit his desert very often, if at all. 

"Well personally I rather prefer the form with an implied skeleton. All things considered I find this shape puzzling to look at. But if you prefer it then fair enough. I myself do not have many different forms, I simply am."

Mr Bones crossed his legs over themselves, hovering ever so slightly in the air to keep eye(s?) contact with Triticea.

"I am curious though. What is the difference between domesticated and what I imagine would be 'wild' plants. I know that one could not domesticate a tree for example, but I feel as if a common farming plant could easily become a pest elsewhere. Or do you not care much for those kinds of plants?"
Lee
"It's my true form." She made an odd gesture with the rope of locust corpses coiled around her body, her equivalent of a shrug. "When I ripened and burst from the Tree, this is what became of me." Indeed, this was the very form that had been cultivated by Mother Gaia from the moment that she had sprouted, featuring the very same stalk of wheat that had been growing before it gained sentience and became a deity. The tail feather like appendages of wheat seemed to flutter in the nonexistent wind, almost an instinctive movement like how mortals swung their arms when they walked. When she spoke, the locust rope vibrated, glowing a faint green, though the glow faded whenever she fell silent.

It would be a bit of an awkward situation trying to keep eye contact with the goddess of the harvest, given how far apart some of her eyes were as well as the fact that he didn't have any eyes on account of being a skeleton. Somehow, though, the two gods managed. At his question, the goddess paused, considering the query that he had posited as she hovered in air. All her eyes shifted upwards, creating a sort of wave as she turned all of her gazes skyward. The silence, punctuated only by the buzz of her wings as she kept herself afloat, settled down upon the two of them for a moment before she finally produced an answer that she decided was satisfactory and let her eyes look at him once more.

"A domesticated plant is one that doesn't appear in nature, shaped by farmers over generations of seeds to suit their needs." She answered evenly. "I don't much care what happens to the wild nature when plants go loose." She answered dismissively, "That's the problem of the nature gods, not me." It was almost callous, the way she tossed aside the idea, but why should she logically care if plants were to die? Crops were cultivated only to be slain and consumed by mortals, after all, and if she was uncaring about the deaths of her own subjects, it stood to reason she'd care less for the wild.
Joseph
It was starting to get mildly annoying, constantly flicking his vision from eye to eye. Oh and the dead insects the god wore started to glow. How gaudy, how unsightly. But, they were still Mr Bones' sibling. It would be unseemly to be rude for no reason. 

"I don't think you'll find much of that here I'm afraid."

Mr Bones slowly indicated towards an ever moving clock in the distance, slowly moving on its own. 

"This place, whatever it is, has not existed for very long. I am one of the oldest gods and it would be possible for me to personally recount many of the days that I have experienced thus far. Generations have not passed yet, there hasn't been enough time. If, or more likely *When*, you create your realm I imagine that the plants you identify with will simply appear. They won't be shaped or nurtured towards specific use, they will be created with consumption in mind. I understand of course that this is a plant that has been purpose built to be domesticated, but is that true domestication? If a wild god creates the wilderness, is it truly wild? Personally I don't think so, but I think I can guess your answer."

Mr Bones dismissively separated his arms, as if trying to quell any conflict before it began.

"Why the disdain for other nature gods though? I would have imagined that a goddess of the harvest and satiety would be more inclined to working together, especially with other nature adjacent deities."
Lee
"You've got it wrong." Though she could have addressed what he'd said earlier first, Triticea felt that this was the more pertinent issue that she needed to address before she delved into the semantics of what was and wasn't wild and domesticated. "I've got nothing against the gods of the wild." Her eyes closed and she blinked, once more sending a blinking wave through the various eyes that adorned the wheat circlet she called a body. "But their problems are their problems, and mine are mine. We're gardeners of our own realms, and it's our own responsibility to prune the weeds that creep into our homes." If one of her Spirits ventured into the land of another god and was blasted into bits, she would have no objections, but she also wouldn't make an effort to keep them there beyond her token demand drawing them to her Valley.

With that addressed, she moved on to the lighter topic, that of the division between the plants under her dominion and those under the wild gods' reign. "And as for what you were asking about earlier... Generations might not have passed yet, but they will. I'm new, finally ripening because mortals are beginning to plant the seeds of their fields into the ground. The plants of the wild may not be changed by mortal hands yet, but it's only a matter of time." She flapped her hands. "I've created a Valley for myself already. Once the mortals start, the plants will begin to pop up in my home. So far, it's only wheat and an odd assortment of strawberries, but in time it'll become a massive garden far beyond most people's wildest dreams."

That was her current ambition for her realm, to create a garden that could surpass anything in all of the World Tree in beauty. It was little more than a dream for now, but she had little doubt that she could turn it into reality as more and more plants were discovered and added to her domain. Even newly born, she understood the importance that agriculture held for mortals to truly make civilisation, after all.