"So you wanna burn the old stuff down and feed the new soil. Fair plan. Almost like you know a thing or two about farming." Cloud raises a brow, his expression otherwise settling back into that vaguely disdainful look. For him, that's genuinely surprising- at least until he remembers this is the same Genesis who made strides in agricultural tech at a young age. Something about apples. Things he ran into whilst keeping up with the-Not something to think about right now.

He shrugs his shoulders with a vaguely displeased huff at the final comment. "You humiliate yourself enough, Rhapsodos. I am not about to ask for anything stupid for payment." The translation is probably clear to Genesis, who knows Cloud more than he could even imagine: Yes, he is a softie.

"It's a deal. You got supplies, or are we needing to take a run for em?"