Kalysto rubbed a hand through his bangs, his fel-tainted eyes staring up at the woman as if she were insane. “Fine, so you’re not a junkie. So what? How the hell am I supposed to grow a year’s worth of Dipsacus pilosus for you as soon as possible? I don’t have any mass-growth hormones, heating lamps, or anything.” He shrugged. “I can’t kill myself trying to do it, it’s simply not possible to make a plant grow faster.”
He flicked an ear suddenly. “Unless you had something to the order of 20 acres of the stuff. I don’t own that much land. There isn’t that much land on the entire island-collective. You would have to visit a continent, and some of them are still being contested as we speak.”
He finally stood up. “Yeah, not possible, lady. I’m just a short guy with no land. I have no political swing or power. There’s no way in hell I can acquire that much land to grow your plants. You’re just gonna have to sit it out, wait out the year, and let me bottle it as it matures.”
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Sephiroth was very used to his children moving about the house, and so when he heard noises in the garage, he paid them no mind at all. He simply turned another page of the book he was reading, thoroughly engaged in it.