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Autumn loved helping out at the community gardens on the university campus. She always had—it was just something that brought her joy, the simple physical labor that came from trimming plants down, planting more, removing weeds.

Of course, knowing know that she was the senshi of agriculture brought a new perspective to that whole thing. It was kinda cool, thinking about an intrinsic part of yourself as magical like that. Gardening wasn't a hobby she kept up all that much, but growing your own food was pretty nice, and helping out poorer students this way brought her the same kind of joy that her constant bake sales for charity did.

"Hey Kirika!" she called out to her friend entering the storage house. "Wanna help me haul this bag of fresh soil out? I couldn't find any of the dolly-thingies."

Autumn grinned even wider, lifting the bag with Kirika and starting the slow shuffle out to where she intended for it to be used. She gestured with little jerks of her chin as they moseyed along while chatting.

"Heck yeah! There's been so much rain! I haven't been able to do any of my planned bake sales," she said, disappointment coloring her tone. "It's been seriously frustrating, you know? I just want to do my charity work. And I had a bunch of stuff I had to just give away because I don't sell stuff that's more than a week old, so it was kind of a financial hit I didn't need to take."

She shook her head, placing the bag down next to the nastiest weed patch she'd been leading them to. "Ugh, sorry for being all negative, it's just, y'know, fresh on my mind."

Autumn giggled, pulling out two pairs of gloves and two trowels from the giant pockets on her overalls. She'd gotten a really cute pair from the Pride section at Target and loved the way they felt on her, plus, of course, the giant pockets that could totally hold a nintendo switch. Not that she had one, but that seemed to be a very important deciding factor in what size of pockets was actually a freaking good size, given women's clothing and the propensity to not give them good freaking pockets!

"Thank you," she said graciously. "I don't really like to complain, though, especially when we're doing something so positive! Once we can get fresh soil down, we can plant a new row of basil, since the other row didn't grow back this year. Someone already cleaned it out and put tomatoes down there instead and didn't pay attention to the signs already there—"

She cut herself off with a short sigh, realizing she'd started getting mildly irritated again. Come on, it's sunshine out, don't be mean, she told herself.

"I already swapped the signs around, so that's not a concern, at least," she finished, pulling the gloves on. She started to dig at the weeds with a soft hum, feeling good as the dirt came apart and the roots of the first weed came up.