Oddjob picked their way back through the earthen furnace, all on his lonesome. He nimbly slipped into thickets of Fire Briar brambles, and Scorch sting thistle, and his thick coat protected either from scratching at his skin. The thickets were dutifully examined for health, cuttings taken, berries harvested, and the plants bases watered with iron-rich water - flora down in the furnace thrived on such things.

For the origin plants, down here, powdered iron mixed with deep well water did best, but further up - the level closer to the surface, and the surface itself, watered down blood did best.

Packing all of their goods away, Oddjob slipped out of a thicket, and nearly had a collision accident with his own grandfather.

Logue blinked, initially bunching up his shoulders as if for a scuffle - then noticed who it was.

"... Oddjob!" Logue's voice was filled with uncontained delight.

"Fellow associate." Oddjob replied back, head tilting, ears flopping dramatically to one side. It was almost impossibe to read his tone and tell if it was a joke or not, so learnedly, Logue decided to proceed as if it was in jest.

"Very funny. Where are you headed, Odd?" There was a slight held back yearning in the other courser's voice - half of Oddjob's childhood had been spent in Logue's own home, and he decidedly missed them there.

"... Home. My abode." Oddjob jerked their head at their full to the brim packs, and the cuttings held in partially damp bags - to keep them from drying.

"Oh. Well, I'll help - off load some of that on me, alright, you must be walking along at a trudge with all of that-"

Oddjob knew there was little arguing when Logue was in a fussing sort of mood, and offloaded some of it's burdens onto the older courser - the pair winding their way up and out of the furnace together. Oddjob's perceptive ears kept them away from any inconvenient delays (read: Monsters out to gut them), and they breached to the surface an hour ahead of Oddjob's schedule.

"How is your orchard these days? Any of the trees grown now?"

Oddjob looked at Logue as if he was daft.

"Yes. The man before me grew many."

"Oh. I didn't know if you'd started from.. nothing."

A pause.

"... No. I had a good start." It was unclear if they were still talking of the Orchard, or of Odd.