"The plant is in a very happy state when the green dewdrop forms..."
"The thing you're talking about, it does ring a bell, but I'm not sure if I can do it, I'll try my best..."
Iya poked her cheek with her finger, thinking for a long time.
This kind of dewdrop was something she rarely encountered as well.
"Do your best, if you manage, I'll treat you to lots of delicious food!"
Rogel began painting a rosy picture for her.
The Little Elf heard this, her mouth almost watering, nodded vigorously, filled with enthusiasm.
Just as Rogel was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, Iya, what's your name?"
Rogel thought Iya's original name shouldn't be Iya. After all, have you ever met a talking cat that introduced itself as Meow Meow?
"Name? What's a name?"
Iya looked a little confused.
"It's like an address!" Rogel was somewhat speechless. Could it be that the Gardener Elf doesn't have the concept of names?
"What's an address?"
