"So... What do we have to do?" Oliver asked Len as they sat down at his study table.

"We must... Grow a plant from this seed Ms. Megurine gave us. Then we have to write our observations down in this notebook," Len said, taking out a big, yellow notebook with spirals.

"Why isn't it blue?"

"Because I bought it."

Len opened the new book to the first page and wrote:

Project Work

Names: Kagamine Len,

"Let me write my own name!" Oliver said, taking the pen from Len.

Project Work

Names: Kagamine Len, Oliver Twist The Great.

"Your name isn't 'Oliver Twist The Great'," Len told him.

"It doesn't matter, we can always change it back to my plain old name afterwards," Oliver told Len, turning over to the next page.

He wrote the day's date in the middle of the page.

"Why did you write the date in the middle?"

"So that we can make that the centre of our mind map."

"Mind map?"

"Yes. It is really simple, you see," Oliver assured Len, preparing the pen. "We can just arrow out and write a brief description of what we observe for that day."

"But... But..." Len protested, looking at the instruction sheet Ms. Megurine gave everyone to follow. "It can't be brief and we have to be very detailed."

"Who says mind maps can't be detailed? For example..."

Oliver drew an arrow and wrote:

Len is feeling very agitated because we are going to record our observations on a mind map I drew up.

"O-Oliver..." Len stuttered. "Erase that!"

"No."

Oliver snapped the book shut.

"We have to get going. Or else we won't be able to progress."

Oliver picked up the one seed and analyzed it.

"I wonder what this seed will grow to become?" he wondered aloud.

"We will know by planting it." Len told Oliver.

"That's true."

"So..." Len started to say. "Where should we plant it?"

"I don't know. Do we even have the soil and pot and watering can?" Oliver asked Len.

Len shook his head.

"You told me you had those in your house," he told his partner. "That's why we are here in the first place."

"Ah yes. So you want the seed to be planted in my house?"

"Well..."

Len looked at the instruction sheet for a moment.

"I was thinking that maybe we should put it in a small pot. Then we can look after it by keeping it in our own homes daily. So the labour is equally divided," Len suggested to Oliver.

Oliver clapped his hands together.

"That sounds like a great idea, Len! But..."

He lifted his fringe so his eye could be seen.

"Our dear little baby will be quite in a dilemma!"

"'Our dear little baby'!?"

"That's right! We must treat it as our own so we will be able to produce the best results in our project!" Oliver declared, standing on his chair and holding the seed up in the air. "So only one of us can keep it in our home! Or else it wouldn't know which of our houses is it's true home."

Len planked his face on the table.

"Okay... Fine... Let's just plant it already..." he groaned.

And so did they, with Oliver bringing out a glass jar and a packet of soil he dug out from his own garden. Oliver emptied the contents into the jar and Len dropped the seed lightly on top of it.

Then Oliver used his finger and pressed it forcefully all the way down.

"What are you doing?" Len asked.

"This is how we do it in England, you know," Oliver said, using Len's water bottle to water it. "This method will produce the best results for sure."

Len brought himself to trust Oliver.

"Alright."

Len clicked his pen open and drew out another arrow, writing down the time, place, and how the seed has been planted.

Planted the seed at 2.58pm at Oliver's house. Planted in a small glass jar with Oliver's soil.

"Don't write 'Oliver's soil'. It sounds terribly disgusting," Oliver commented.

Len took out his correction tape from his pencil case and ran it over the last two word. Then he took his pen and wrote:

soil from Oliver.

Oliver plucked the pen out of his grasp and wrote:

's garden.

"Okay okay," Len said, nearly frustrated.

He packed his things into his bag and reached out for the notebook.

"I guess I'll take this," he said to Oliver.

"But then, where will I write my observations in if the plant starts to blossom?"

"It won't grow so quickly."

"I think my soil, which is full of nutritious stuff, will speed up it's growth spurt," Oliver said. "So I'm sure it'll grow a bit by tonight."

Len grudgingly handed it to Oliver.

"Alright. I'll come over tomorrow again."

"Yes, please do. I'm sure our baby is missing you already."

Len cringed.

"It's not technically 'our baby'."

"Ah, well. We are growing a living thing. Right?"

"I suppose so..."

Oliver saw Len out of his house and shut the door. He went back to their plant.

"Now, I suppose you need sunlight," he said to the plant. "And we forgot to give you a name! Well, I guess that will be decided by tomorrow."

He took the jar and placed it outside with all his other plants in the garden.