[action] We don't need greenhouses where we're going...

[made_of_science]

[So there's all this snow. Snow is a novel thing for Vitalia, and a troublesome one, because 1: it's uncomfortably cold and 2: it kills plants. But Srta. Ruiz is not one to take this affront lying down! No, she has been cultivating things! Things which are now thriving happily near the treehouse! Things like pretty roses, and lilies, and several fruits! And a plant with fanged, snapping jaws! And a plant that grows eyeballs instead of berries! And a horrible, shriveled black thing that occasionally spits a fireball out in a random direction. (Thankfully that one's range is only about a yard, so there's no damage beyond a blackened circle around it.)

[And in the midst of this is a cheerful and heavily-bundled young lady, inspecting each plant and noting its progress down on a pad of paper, humming as she goes.]

Comments

[manymasked]

Ah... thank you.

Is there anything I can do to help?

[made_of_science]

Hmm... Can you write?

[manymasked]

I can! Is that uncommon where you come from?

[made_of_science]

Rather, yes. [She passes over the notepad and pencil.] It would be a great help if you could take notes for me. It's rather awkward with my handicap, you see.

[One-armed notetaking: not easy.]

[manymasked]

[She takes the notepad and pencil, and stands with the pencil poised to write.]

Sure, no problem! Just tell me what you want me to write.

[made_of_science]

[What follows involves several pages of growth observations and occasional technobabble applied to each subject. Hopefully Minako is cool with spending a while playing assistant!]

[manymasked]

[Hey, playing assistant is kind of her thing. This is just like a Social Link! Minus the voices in her head talking to her about her soulpokemon, anyway.]