[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

[made_of_science]

The pursuit of knowledge is never pointless, Miss!

[dragoninstalled]

Maybe not, but murder to meet that end can be.

[made_of_science]

I tell you, there is no murder staining the reputation of my family! How dare you!

[dragoninstalled]

Causing death isn't murder?

[made_of_science]

"Causing death"?! My good woman, were we to spend our time worrying that any particular move on our part might potentially lead to the death of some unknown individual, there should be no advancement whatsoever!

[dragoninstalled]

It you do these things carelessly, you'll cause death sooner or later. Act more carefully and think through what is and is not worth that.

[This is like talking to a (verbose) brick wall, though, and it's just making her angry. So, with her usual lack of tact and social grace, she's just going to turn on her heel and walk away like they weren't just in the middle of a heated discussion.]