Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

he was somewhere between embarrassed and understanding. he guessed it was...good to know she wasn't interested in gardening?

his lips thinned as he became more than pleased to carry on.

poppy, she explained. good for sleep. too much would make it last. he had been prepared to ask questions when a great realization had seemed to strike her instead.

he did indeed see them scattered along the other items.

there's, uh, no easy way to separate, is there?

his ears slicked back for a moment.