The M85 finishes tilling out another row for it's garden before sitting back to look at the new addition. It had taken the mechon several hours of delicate labor to make all of the rows and it was quite pleased with the result. It would be a real pain if something catastrophic were to happen to the new section of the garden and the M85 had to redo it, but it was quite confident that nothing bad was going to happen.

"LOOK OUT BELOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" Lenai shouts, falling arms-spread from the sky directly at the M85. A wide smile on her face, she plummets toward the large metal robot.

The M85 froze. It knew that voice... But where was Lenai? The mechon looked around for a moment, confused. It was about to look up when the reploid with a cat complex slammed down onto it, sending it toppling forward onto the new garden additon.

Lenai wiggles on top of the M85, before sitting up on him. She bounces in her seat and purrs, smiling wide. "Chirpy! It's you! Wait, nya, duh, I knew that," she says, tapping her chin, "So what are you doing out here with all this silly stuff? Are those flowers? Ooh, give the pretty girl a flower!"

The M85 silently mourned the loss of all it's hard work as it lay face-down in the remains of the new rows. After a moment of wallowing in despair, it chirruped and sat up. Lenai wanted a flower? It could do that, but there wern't a lot that had bloomed yet. Nevertheless, it reached over and picked the closest pretty one, holding it over it's shoulder so Lenai could grab it.

Lenai hops up onto her feet and takes the flower, crawling happily off of the M85 and onto the ground. She takes a big sniff of it, sighing happily, before putting it in her flowing, pink hair. "Thank you Chirpy!" she says, giggling a bit, "So, nya, you're growing flowers? I know how to garden, too! Or I did once, and I think I still do. Amonia is a good fertilizer, right? Wait, no, that's not it..."

The M85 shook it's head as it stood up all the way. It pointed over to some bags of fertilizer leaning against the canyon wall and chirped something before falling silent. After a moment it pulled out it's chalk and began writing. [No, silly. That kills plants. Anyway, what are you doing here?]

Lenai looks at the writing and giggles, then looks back up at the M85. "I got... Lonely- I can't find any of my friends, and I'm hungry... Surviving off of catching fish is fun, but I want cake, pie! Other things!" she says, pouting, "But I came to say hello, because you seem nice, Chirpy."

[I'm touched, but we don't have any food here. You are welcome to hang around, though. Helios gave me the afternoon off while he recharges.] The M85 puts the chalk down and begins to retill the smashed garden rows. It points to a spare hoe lying nearby and chirrups questioningly, wondering if Lenai would like to help it.

Lenai hops up and grabs the hoe, hoeing the ground. "Aw, well, do you know anyone who could bake me a cake? Cakes are delicious," she says, tilling the rows rather quickly, humming a tune, "Ooh, ooh! Or rice crispy treats!"

The M85 pauses and thinks for a moment. It walks over and picks up the chalk again, scribbling something down. [Well, the cook at the manor can make a mean pie, or so I hear.] The mechon pauses and shrugs before writing again. [But I'm pretty sure that's a private kitchen.]

Lenai giggles and reads the note, hopping up and down. "Ooh ooh take me there now! Right now, Chirpy, pretty please?" she asks, smiling wide at him, "I want pie! Cake! Crepes and pancakes and apple friters and chocolate lava! It's hot, like regular lava, but delicious!"

The M85 stares at her for a minute before slowly writing. [Well, I could take you over there. But like I said, the kitchen is private. You would probably have to talk to the owner for a meal.] The M85 stands up and puts the chalk away. It brushes some dirt off of itself before heading over to where it's jetpack is leaning against the wall, beginning to attach the pack to itself.

The M85 struggled for a few more minutes before chirping up at Lenai and motioning to the bolts on it's back. They look loose and very bad for flying with.

Lenai turns around and crawls down a bit, grabbing each of the bolts before tightening them very, very tight, with her bare hands. "How's that, Chirpy? Better? It's not as good as if I had a wrench, though," she says, crawling back onto his shoulders.

The M85 nods and chirps happily before walking out to the center of the canyon, the jet engine beginning to whine and spin. Once it is going fast enough, the M85 takes off as greenish fire spits from the engine. It banks and begins flying over towards Shrike once it it high enough.