Oh—

( A little bark of surprise. He’d been expecting… he doesn’t even know what, but he scoots even further forward to get a better look. In the end, Strange can’t resist the urge to just leave the bench; he joins Tav in the dirt, leaning in close to the plant to peer at it. It looks fully-grown. Harvestable. Not some shrunken anemic thing. Magical GMO, he thinks, with a huff of laughter.

With a sheepish twist to his expression, he turns, and delivers a patter of questions to Tav: )

Well, that’s deeply fascinating. Could you do that on crops, for food? What’s your magical stamina like before you peter out? Are there any other limitations to know of? Obviously we don’t want to run you ragged, but this’ll be incredibly useful to make the most of our limited space in the garden. Although I’m assuming we still couldn’t over-use the nutrients in the soil, presumably we’d still need to let some plots rest for a littl while… and it’s not like we have a full farm here, although there’s the thought we could upgrade it to a greenhouse if we can get a hold of enough glass…

( He keeps bouncing between topics, distracted by that tangent. Focus, doctor. )

Anyway. That’s remarkable.