You mean flowers? What, that sounds, [William's brown furrows.] Um, very fucking fragrant but covered in very numerous, small, fine scabs-- [roses. What. He's almost losing track, catching on the detailed minutiae, but he takes a moment to back up, look at the bigger picture that Milagros is conveying here.]

Well I appreciate you signing up to Medical so we've got your abilities at play, [he says.] Sounds like Agriculture could use your talents too, but you're certainly needed here. I won't do you the disservice of reviewing the Hippocratic Oath-- the absence of licensing boards and malpractice insurance is complicated enough. [William taps a finger on the table, considering her, deciding specifically this is not time to be afraid.]

Did you have notions for when you'd like me to make magical referrals?