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[William sits forward slightly as the flower begins to grow. He probably should be done feeling surprised by any of this by now, but this is not like the magic that he's watched the wizards work. It turns in a different universe to what he wields.]
Ain't terms scientists usually use, but beautiful works all right for me today. [His gaze lingers on the rose. He'd rather like to do some analyses, but that'd be rude-- or something.] Could you start a garden, down with the herbs and the farm crop? With that-- what you can do. [He'd been thinking in terms of flesh and blood, which is his wont; but this, too, is important.]
I don't consider myself beholden to scientific terminology, ( terribly mildly, for a woman who just grew a rose out of her hand, but then-- ) as that would be an incredibly simple thing to do, and it could be coaxed to grow simply to give me pleasure.
( edgeworth had thought her background in agricultural engineering could be useful, and...it could, incredibly, but she can also weave life out of desire and bond with it, persuade it to do her will. )
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Ain't terms scientists usually use, but beautiful works all right for me today. [His gaze lingers on the rose. He'd rather like to do some analyses, but that'd be rude-- or something.] Could you start a garden, down with the herbs and the farm crop? With that-- what you can do. [He'd been thinking in terms of flesh and blood, which is his wont; but this, too, is important.]
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( edgeworth had thought her background in agricultural engineering could be useful, and...it could, incredibly, but she can also weave life out of desire and bond with it, persuade it to do her will. )