if it doesn't burn a little
It’s hard not to notice the change that comes over him because he stops being him for a moment. Her normal mischief drops away, and she looks at him seriously, as if maybe she can look through the outside of him to what hides beneath. ”So why don’t you tell me?” she says, and it is only partially a question. There’s not a demand in her voice, but something akin to it. You cannot just say something like that and let it drop.
Weaver looks at the bag, though unsurprisingly, she has no idea what the seeds are. She shakes her head. ”Could always try to grow them and see what happens?” she suggests, not sure they’d survive in Halo, but maybe. There were a few indoor gardens, and the right plants would make it.
Weaver looks at the bag, though unsurprisingly, she has no idea what the seeds are. She shakes her head. ”Could always try to grow them and see what happens?” she suggests, not sure they’d survive in Halo, but maybe. There were a few indoor gardens, and the right plants would make it.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
