Kudzu types, as planned, 'The parkland around the Mirror sustains some small gardens' but then spontaneously adds, 'and well-guarded places for raising never-quite-identified fowl (it is theorized variously that they are chicken/turkey hybrids, giant mutant ravens, pygmy phoenixes, or various other, even stranger birds)...' Huh.
Larkspur slowly gives Ku her brain back.
Kudzu says, "YOU."
Kudzu says, "Well, that explains it."
Larkspur says, "Sorry."
Larkspur totally tends those gardens.
Kudzu says, "You can figure out what exactly those birds are. So long as it's marginally edible."
Larkspur says, "You ass."
Kudzu says, "What? That's what they're there for!"
Larkspur says, "Don't eat the phoenix!"
Kudzu says, "Mmm, self-roasting."
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