[At least this kind of work doesn't take much brain power or any magical energy. Gokudera's fine with labor, even if he isn't getting paid. It's not as though he had much in the way of plans today except for to use his magic, and the training for that will come eventually when he tests his light on these sprouts.

He looks concerned hearing that he's helping a demon, but... if he's retired, then it's not so bad. That... and no one is getting hurt so far, so this isn't bad. There are many things Gokudera has done on his own that were worse than helping a demon move plants to a greenhouse.]

Most everyone works for their own gain one way or another... demon or not, I think.

[He hums.]

What makes a piano helpful? [It didn't help him at all, really.]

My sister has the ability to turn whatever she touches into poison. My father knew it and would have her feed me poisoned cookies before piano recitals. I was often her guinea pig when she'd try out new recipes.

I'm a bastard, and was not the favorite. She still acts as though she cares about me. I ran away when I was young, so it's not like she had much to compete with when I was out of the picture.

[A shrug. It's in the past and doesn't matter so much anymore.]