[Chihiro feels the same, though he cannot honestly say he has many memories of doing things like this with friends...if any at all. Most free time of his own was spent on the computer, or doing something with his father- a lot of the time with a computer.
He reaches out to take the packet that Chica had been examining from her vine. Sunflower seeds, it looks like. And it's a good thing he took it when he did- Isamu, the walking garbage disposal, was starting to get some ideas about tasting just one or twelve of those seeds while nobody was looking.
Then he picks up another lying next to the trowel he'd picked up, Marigolds it looked like, before beginning to drop a few seeds here and there into the empty holes.]
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He reaches out to take the packet that Chica had been examining from her vine. Sunflower seeds, it looks like. And it's a good thing he took it when he did- Isamu, the walking garbage disposal, was starting to get some ideas about tasting just one or twelve of those seeds while nobody was looking.
Then he picks up another lying next to the trowel he'd picked up, Marigolds it looked like, before beginning to drop a few seeds here and there into the empty holes.]