[When he gets a voicemail ping in his earpiece, he's a little surprised, honestly. And when he actually listens to it, all the more so. It's perhaps a good thing she hasn't made a video call, so she can't see either the moment where he stares owlishly at the message as though unsure if it's real and actually for him, or his thousand-watt smile when he calls back -- but maybe she can hear the latter in his voice.]
Thank you! I'd like that a lot. ...Though you'll have to teach me how to take care of it.
[Even the dome of flowers Luida had aboard the floating ship, capable of producing its own nutrients, still required Plant power to maintain. He knows some vague basics about how flora is supposed to work, but he's never really seen it practically.]
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Whatever, she messages him and after a brief pause where she struggles with what to say, she settles on:]
Happy Birthday. I, uh, I got you a fern. If you're into that sort of thing.
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Thank you! I'd like that a lot. ...Though you'll have to teach me how to take care of it.
[Even the dome of flowers Luida had aboard the floating ship, capable of producing its own nutrients, still required Plant power to maintain. He knows some vague basics about how flora is supposed to work, but he's never really seen it practically.]
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[She feels strongly about that, all right.
More strongly than she feels about murdering some people, honestly.]
Just don't let it dry out and you'll do fine.