Genesis is surveying the empty orchard like a king overlooking his kingdom from the faint slope leading back into Town. His gaze is a fond thing, warm with the ideas that play out in his mind. Of the beautiful boughs of white and silver, of the violet fruits that will bear from pale blooms with the whims and wants of nature. How lovely the shade will feel when the sun is high, and the sweet scent of-

Ah, Cloud is here.

Genesis exhales a fond sigh, and turns away from his grand vision to flash the blond a smirk that belies all that tender musing.

"I do, in fact. The trees I wish to plant can be quite particular about their soil conditions. So everything must be weeded, turned and tilled to perfection. As for payment," Genesis sets a hand on his hip, and shrugs with the opposite shoulder. "The place I was swept from didn't have physical currency. I'm afraid I have no gil to hand over, but I'm doubtful they'd accept it here anyway. So what is it you want in return for your labor?"