[ He laughs, though it fades quicker than it would when a gossamer-pink something flashes at his peripheral. Daniel is good at hiding it, the kind-of sharp burn that comes with the way Amyranth treats magic, casually but also staggeringly powerful when twisted at the right angles. At the end of the day it's disappointment, not disdain, that makes his smile strange. ]

Who says I can't do both? [ Eventually, Daniel decides to chance it with the dog, giving it a quick rub behind its ears. He's sure that it's the same mangy beast who ruined his tomatoes the year before. To the spirit of new beginnings and all that, then. ]

Do you think you could wrangle my caterpillars into behaving now, while we're playing animal tamers?