the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran catches the innuendo in that he knows that whatever Flora has said has a double meaning, but he can only raise an eyebrow up at her as if to invite her to explain herself. Which could make things a lot harder in themselves, depending on how she wants to respond. "I would love to know what seaweed is thinking," he says with a playful scrunch of his nose, "but unfortunately we do not have much of it in the Citadel. I haven't yet braved the Tundra as far as the coast yet either."
He does wonder if understanding plants in more literal sense will be on the cards one day, but then Flora is shifting in the water and he immediately sharpens his focus so as not to get another face full of water. "Sure, I can try," he says, slowly spreading his arms out and taking a slow, deep breath, finding himself strangely buoyant for his efforts. "Is... is this swimming?" He grins.
He does wonder if understanding plants in more literal sense will be on the cards one day, but then Flora is shifting in the water and he immediately sharpens his focus so as not to get another face full of water. "Sure, I can try," he says, slowly spreading his arms out and taking a slow, deep breath, finding himself strangely buoyant for his efforts. "Is... is this swimming?" He grins.
