( There quiet crunch of snow as Ruby stands and stretches her arms over her head, and then she is on the move, crystal in one hand and a knife for taking cuttings in the other, a satchel hanging off her shoulder for the plants and seeds gathered. )
Happy to oblige, Captain. ( a quiet hum. ) So... what is... your favourite flower?
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I think I can handle that.
( There quiet crunch of snow as Ruby stands and stretches her arms over her head, and then she is on the move, crystal in one hand and a knife for taking cuttings in the other, a satchel hanging off her shoulder for the plants and seeds gathered. )
Happy to oblige, Captain. ( a quiet hum. ) So... what is... your favourite flower?