Remember that rubber tree plant?

[leylined]

it grew.

Comments

[leylined]

What do you name a plant?

[liberty_bodice]

Hmmmmm.

....


Steve.

[leylined]

Steve?

[liberty_bodice]

It looks like a Steve.

[leylined]

It looks like a plant.

[liberty_bodice]

A plant named Steve. This from the guy who actually talks to a forest, really?

[leylined]

The trees aren't individually named. At least I don't think they are. And they're very obviously magical.

[liberty_bodice]

Steve is magical. Shhh, Steve. He didn't mean it.

[leylined]

Blue. Blue, you're talking to pre-rubber right now. Its great magical ability is to be stretchy and bouncy after it dies.

[liberty_bodice]

[She gasps, pretending to be offended, and she strokes one of the leaves] You're hurting Steve's feelings, Adam.

[leylined]

True, but I don't care. Steve invited beetles without permission. It's why he looks like a tree and not a bush right now.

[liberty_bodice]

[She's still stroking the leaf] He just wants friends. It took him this long for us to know his name.

[leylined]

Because you named it.

[liberty_bodice]

Maybe he told me his name. Stevius. That's Latin-y. Does that make it better?

[leylined]

I'd believe that if you hadn't already insisted that you're as psychic as a rock. And it already has a Latin name. Ficus Elasticus.

[liberty_bodice]

[She scoffs] Logic.

[leylined]

Don't knock taxonomy!

[liberty_bodice]

Don't knock Steve!

[leylined]

I'm not! Even if he does give me bugs and is too big to even fit through the door anymore.

[liberty_bodice]

[She grins] He. He's a good plant, Steve is.