Getting up to the roof hadn't been as difficult as you'd think. There was a door, after all, and that door had a lock ... it was surprising what sort of locks would open for a plant
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"Oh, good Lord it's a giant plant. It's not man-eating, is it?" Wyn blurts, looking askance at the very large pot. The other one escapes her notice (for now), as does the ivy holding the door open.
"Oh. Well, that's reassuring." Wyn continues brightly. And Harry's idea of 'pretty' is much different than hers, but she's not the judging type.
"Everything else here seems to be carnivorous, so of course the giant flower that smells like rotting meat won't eat me." she continues wryly. The Nightside doesn't make sense.
"So is there any particular reason why you've got the giant-not-man-eating-flower up on the roof, besides that having it inside would make people hate you forever?" Wyn asks, genuinely confused.
"I mean, I probably shouldn't be talking about weird things to do because I've currently got half an engine disassembled on the floor downstairs, but at least it doesn't smell like death." she continues, a bit ramble-y as usual.
"The smell is exactly what I'm trying to solve," he offers after a moment, "since the other plant, the tree ... well, give it a sniff. You won't keel over, I promise."
And he didn't like telling people what it smelled like since it could be either of the scents to any person depending on how they ... perceived it. Or something of that sort.
"Yeah, vanilla is a much better scent, I can see why you're trying to fix it." Wyn says with a nod, leaning over to smell the tiny tree-shrub-thing.
"Sorry, I probably should have introduced myself before I started insulting your plants. I'm Wyn." she continues with a smile. "I'd shake your hand and everything, but... you're sort of covered in not-man-eating-flower guts."
Wyn gives Harry a more-than-slightly horrified look, then bursts into laughter. She shakes her head vigorously, then manages to say through gales of laughter "No! Oh God, no. Oh... wait until he hears that. No, he's my boss."
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"Er, no. It's pretty harmless other than the smell, actually." Pretty, even.
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"Everything else here seems to be carnivorous, so of course the giant flower that smells like rotting meat won't eat me." she continues wryly. The Nightside doesn't make sense.
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Well, he thinks that she's pretty ... does that count?
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"I mean, I probably shouldn't be talking about weird things to do because I've currently got half an engine disassembled on the floor downstairs, but at least it doesn't smell like death." she continues, a bit ramble-y as usual.
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And he didn't like telling people what it smelled like since it could be either of the scents to any person depending on how they ... perceived it. Or something of that sort.
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"Sorry, I probably should have introduced myself before I started insulting your plants. I'm Wyn." she continues with a smile. "I'd shake your hand and everything, but... you're sort of covered in not-man-eating-flower guts."
[ooc: eep! I meant smell! You saw nothing!]
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Last names were usually something best kept private in the Nightside, he was quickly learning.
[ooc: These are not the droids I am looking for.]
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Harry's nerdy grin is nerdy.
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That whooshing? That's the sound of something going straight over Wyn's head.
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He nods. "Are you staying here at the Boarding House?"
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"I just figured since you were ... you know, so pretty."
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