voice.

[zealouspeter]

Paradise is nothing to be desired.

[-- and an abrupt cut off. the words were huffy; now the voice turns more amiable, letting out what might seem like a tense breath with a small laugh.]But freedom doesn't sound so bad - though I can't imagine what kind of freedoms you can get, while stuck inside of a box of a city. Then again, the natures here

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[zealouspeter]

Lavender field?

[zealouspeter]

Next to the fields? Wouldn't you want to be in them?

[zealouspeter]

Hm. By selling them, or...?

[zealouspeter]

Tourism. [pause.] Huh. I didn't know flowers could be so popular.

Do they have any of them here?

[zealouspeter]

They have corn fields and other crops growing. Are lavenders so different?

[zealouspeter]

You know a lot about them-- did you work as well as admire?

[zealouspeter]

I see... [mumble.]

It's too bad they can't exist here.

[zealouspeter]

Oh. I thought you were including this place's pollution, as well.

They might not turn out to be... exact lavenders.