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[theorchidman]

Enter a rather...LARGE man, dressed very well, as long as you don't mind yellow shirts and a lack of a jacket. The lack of jacket is explained by the white apron he's gamely working on tying. He happens to look up

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[cat_inthe_sun]

"Plant rooms? You have rooms for plants?"

[theorchidman]

"Yes. Where are they?"

[cat_inthe_sun]

He shrugs.

"Um....not here, I surmise."

[theorchidman]

"And where is here?"

[misselthrush]

"You have plants? --sir?" asks Mary, the 'sir' added as an afterthought.

[theorchidman]

"Yes. And they should be here."

[misselthrush]

"Perhaps they are in the gardens."

[theorchidman]

"Good lord, I hope not. They're orchids."

[sweariwontdie]

The large man also encounters a smallish, oddly dressed young Frenchman. Armand bows cheerfully. "Have you lost something, monsieur?"

[theorchidman]

"The top story of my home, apparantly." He replies, none too happily. He's grumpy, so he's also glaring.

[sweariwontdie]

Doesn't like the glaring much, since he hasn't done anything wrong. "We could look for your house. I am afraid it isn't here exactly. Though there could be a greenhouse or something in the Mansion. I haven't looked."

[theorchidman]

"Then where the devil is it? If there were, I doubt they'd contain my orchids."

[avenginggoddess]

Why would you plant a room?

[theorchidman]

"No, they're not planted, they're greenhouses."

[avenginggoddess]

Oh! But if they're houses, why are you calling them rooms in the first place?

[theorchidman]

"Because they're part of a larger house, and there are different sections."