Breakfast for Galthanos and his small family consisted of bread and a bit of heavily salted meat and cheap wine to wash it down. The women chatted with one another about which plants were coming in, which would need more fertilizer soon, how much they could afford to clip and sell off of each medicinal herb without fatally harming the stem. Althea brought up the idea of putting some flower pots on the windowsill or even building a planter just outside of their bedroom window to make the mornings more pleasant. She put the slightest emphasis on the word 'pleasant' and shot her husband that look she got when she was silently asking for something. Kacie found this to be a wonderful idea and they talked through breakfast about what flowers would be best and where to get them.<br/>After the meal was over, the two women set to tending the garden. Kacie had a real gift for for the care and use of herbs, but Althea was quick and eager to learn, becoming no slouch, herself, in the garden. They did some basic watering and pruning, checking for herbivorous bugs or signs of disease.<br/>(Althea rolls At 2012-05-26 09:22:53, Althea (uid: 11682) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 20 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38330) to aid Kacie in Craft<span class="bbc_u">Herbology</span>.<br/>Kacie rolls At 2012-05-26 09:27:48, Kacie (uid: 11682) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38331)+2 for the aid bringing it up to 20. The garden is safe and sound.)<br/><br/>Luke's trick really wowed the morning gawkers, some of them groaning in disappointment as he went back inside while others went to do their morning shopping with the promise of a show fresh on their minds and lips. The young lady who rents his stall was to be expected in an hour or so with a modest harvest of fresh spices. She could be early or late as she pleased, though. Even in the dangerous streets of Sanctuary, people with her youth felt they had all the time in the world.<br/><br/>The salty air of the Wideway greeted Gravver as it had so many times before. The street was already a bit busy, as there were few types of people who got up earlier than fishermen. Sailors stumbled out of taverns nursing their hangovers and dockworkers carried boxes all over the place, expertly weaving through people of Sanctuary's most honest profession loading nets onto their boat. Somebody from out of town would find the sight almost idyllic.