A banquet hall. They had never needed such a thing before, never had guests who could come, much less wanted to. His smile grew bigger and bigger as he followed Poe, picturing his idea and what sort of thing she could create.

"I think that's brilliant... I think it's amazing. She's sure to love it. We could help give life. Can you imagine?"

He hoped she loved it. His gift was just a lot of soil. Who liked soil? But maybe she would if it was good enough. If Poe thought this idea up, then it couldn't be a bad plan.