"Well," Ino admitted, "the screaming is more a construct of my imagination than anything solid but I generally guess that if I were a plant that lived it's life under a sun lamp in a nice warm room and then all the power went out and I-the-plant began to freeze that I'd start screaming."
Ino had possibly had too much time to mull over that. Thinking was bad sometimes.
"There's fireplaces?" Ino hadn't known that, no. "That--might help. At least the really delicate ones." Setting her cider down (after stealing another sip) Ino gave her plants a long look. "The Sun's Glory, for sure. They only grow in one city in the world that they came from. If they die, I've got some more seeds--but..."
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"Well," Ino admitted, "the screaming is more a construct of my imagination than anything solid but I generally guess that if I were a plant that lived it's life under a sun lamp in a nice warm room and then all the power went out and I-the-plant began to freeze that I'd start screaming."
Ino had possibly had too much time to mull over that. Thinking was bad sometimes.
"There's fireplaces?" Ino hadn't known that, no. "That--might help. At least the really delicate ones." Setting her cider down (after stealing another sip) Ino gave her plants a long look. "The Sun's Glory, for sure. They only grow in one city in the world that they came from. If they die, I've got some more seeds--but..."