Frey
"Do you know, these are some of my favourites?"
Frey's voice comes from overAisha's shoulder, funnily enough, and they lean in to grab a plump blushberry, popping it into their mouths and letting their cheeks suffuse with a warm, happy pink. Then, sweeping in front of the gathered group and sweeping the feather blanket around their shoulders, they take a seat and pat the ground beside them to invite them to get comfy as well.
"I hope you enjoyed a toastier Deepfrost," they croon. "And now a greenhouse? Why, you busy bees will be buzzing away throughout the year with such a thing." Which is certainly not a no, by any stretch of the imagination. "Such a thing may require you to go a little further afield. Would you and your citizens be willing to do that?"
Frey's voice comes from over
"I hope you enjoyed a toastier Deepfrost," they croon. "And now a greenhouse? Why, you busy bees will be buzzing away throughout the year with such a thing." Which is certainly not a no, by any stretch of the imagination. "Such a thing may require you to go a little further afield. Would you and your citizens be willing to do that?"