Surprised, pleased and a little wary, Oliver tucked this information away for later. He could slink up to Draco and visit the Sentinel... carefully... another time, then.
'Ah, that would be me...'
"So you're--the one who picks what gets grown? You're, uh, in charge of the garden?" Oliver asked, seeking clarification. His tone, his demeanor, was quietly professional, as he tried to get a more precise handle on the situation. When Chaos-Two looked up from the spread seeds, Oliver--realizing they'd laid something down--finally crept closer. It was a cautious movement: again the motion of a wild creature, shy, though not agonizingly slow. Each step was carefully-placed, those shy blue eyes flicking up to watch Chaos-Two a little warily, but not so much, now. Chaos-Two seemed nice enough.
He made his way to the seeds, eyeing them carefully over. "What do each of these do?" he asked. "Do you want me to grow one here? Like--to show you that I can?" This gentle suggestion was coupled with another glance up at Chaos-Two's face.
Oh, and as to the training--Oliver blinked a little. "I already am a gardener? Sort of. But I can help you, sure. I just need to know for sure who I'll be like, working with. Uh. Who's organizing the plants and the area, and so on. I might need to change the weather, and sort out--distances between the plants--some need more spaces, or... special dirt, things like that," he went on. Subtleties and complications like crop rotation and soil acidity would likely forever elude the Gembound--such science was far beyond his technology--but he knew the basics, at the very least. And he seemed to think nothing of mentioning "changing the weather," as if this were an everyday occurrence; his mind was half on the next topic already. "As for, um, teaching-? I'd be happy to," he said, and his expression shifted, a beaming 'smile' as best a bird-dog could manage. It was bright, warm, even reassuring. "We could... plan that? Like--I'd need to go over what you already know, first, I think. And then see if I know anything I can teach you. Maybe there's stuff you can teach me, too," he added, voice still soft, his gaze trailing back to the seeds beneath him.