Greed planted the beech tree he had brought back from Natural Forest Land in the yard. Planting a mature tree had its advantages: given Gotham's current natural conditions, all they had to do was put it in the ground and leave it alone. But it also had its drawbacks. It was currently in a mature growth cycle, and beech trees were deciduous. So whenever the wind picked up, the entire house was buried beneath an endless sea of fallen leaves.
"Actually, we don't need to buy grass seed at all." Pride stood at the door, shielding his eyes as he looked toward the lawn. "Just plant a few more trees, and all the bare patches will be covered by leaves. No one will be able to tell where a corner is missing..."
"No way," Greed said from behind him.
"Don't tell me we have to clean up all these leaves too?"
"Yes. The tree is in your yard, so you're responsible for it. You can't let it ruin the appearance of your lawn."
Can we cut it down now?"
"Quit talking and go get the broom."
The two of them picked up their tools and started clearing the leaves from the front yard. But as the wind blew, more leaves kept falling. Before long, both their hair and shoulders were covered in leaves. Pride sighed while Greed kept snickering.
"Let the housekeeping robot do it, I'm serious." Pride threw down his broom. "Or I'll borrow Victor's new vacuum cleaner. Either way, we can't keep wasting time on this."
"Yes, because you still have one super-duper Big Trouble." Greed followed him back inside, picked up the plant seeds they had bought, and said, "It's autumn. Vegetables can't grow naturally in this temperature, so you still need to build a greenhouse..."
"Oh,