CHULANE
Sticky goop goes everywhere, including on me. "Nor I," I admit to Kia, agreeing with her anticipated difficulty level of this task. Clearly these Halovian plants had other ideas - they were determined to make fools of us Outlanders (perhaps the plants were on Korbin's side?)
Korbin's input was received with a careful schooling of the expression I wore on my face, his insinuation hitting a bit too close to home - it was good that I was already a bit flushed from the work so far or else I'm sure a rosy blush would have coloured my cheeks.
I felt quite put in my place.
And I accepted it with a nod and a serious expression, doing what I could to wipe away the sticky stuff on myself and get back to my workbench. Kia's words caught me just before I got there, and I glanced to her with a small half-smirk darkening the corner of my mouth. "Deal," I said quietly - despite the deafness of our host, it really felt like whispering was necessary, given his astute observation skills anyway.
So I refocussed, and once again attempted to separate the sick from the well, hoping that we would all make progress for the betterment of the establishment.
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Chuy goes back to his workbench to separate the sick plants from the healthy ones again.
Korbin's input was received with a careful schooling of the expression I wore on my face, his insinuation hitting a bit too close to home - it was good that I was already a bit flushed from the work so far or else I'm sure a rosy blush would have coloured my cheeks.
I felt quite put in my place.
And I accepted it with a nod and a serious expression, doing what I could to wipe away the sticky stuff on myself and get back to my workbench. Kia's words caught me just before I got there, and I glanced to her with a small half-smirk darkening the corner of my mouth. "Deal," I said quietly - despite the deafness of our host, it really felt like whispering was necessary, given his astute observation skills anyway.
So I refocussed, and once again attempted to separate the sick from the well, hoping that we would all make progress for the betterment of the establishment.
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Chuy goes back to his workbench to separate the sick plants from the healthy ones again.
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
