[voice]

[happenagain]

I had no idea this was here...

The building last occupied by Alfred and Alexia Ashford... I'm laying claims to it. I'll be making use of the lab beneath it to help things here. I think I can come up with a few more medical supplies for us, like tonics. If anyone has any of those... [What's the word for it, now?] ...potions? I'd like to have a look

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[myownmemory]

You're going to replicate what?

...Oh. Oh. You mean synthesis.

[happenagain]

Of a sorts, yes. If these potions can heal wounds, then we should have a healthier supply in stock, yes?

[myownmemory]

Yeah, if you can make some more, that would be good.

...You're a scientist?

[happenagain]

I'll do my very best.

No, but my...surrogate mother, of a sense, was. You could say I'm a special case.

[illusivetactics]

The Ashford's Laboratory...

Why didn't I think to check in on it sooner?

You know the Moogle arts, then? Or perhaps a different variety... I believe Mr. Malfoy is a skilled self-professed Potioneer, he might be able to lend assistance.

[Private]
As for the garden, I would...highly suggesting leaving it to Marluxia. He is more than capable alone.

[happenagain]

Moogle arts? No, I'm sorry.

I'll speak to him, then, thank you. And you are...?

[Private]
There were two people working on the garden before. It's better to lend a hand, and my aunt will be helping too when she has time. I'd rather be around her to help her.

[illusivetactics]

Synthesis. The moogles are a small race of creatures who excel at making useful items from raw materials. They...are fairly far spread among the worlds I've known, perhaps they exist on yours? No? Well...nevermind it, then.

I am Zexion, usually I would be keeping Library.

[Private]

Then...do as you wish, and stay your guard in his presence. Marluxia is one of...questionable intentions, but I would prefer you keep that advice between us.

[happenagain]

You're the second one to speak of synthesis. No, they don't, I'm afraid. They'd have been quite useful where I'm from, though.

A pleasure. I'm Eleanor Lamb.

[Private]

And yet you allow him access to the fresh food of this world? That's questionable in and of itself.

[starblessed]

Potions, you say.

[Nerevarine interest; piqued.]

[happenagain]

That's right. You know of them?

[starblessed]

My father was an alchemist, and I made sure that I made very good use of potions during the tasks of the Nerevarine.

[Oh, yes. He knows what he's doing. It might be a little unorthodox, but he knows damn well what he's doing with that.]

[happenagain]

An alchemist? What all did he create? Were they popular in your world?

[littletasteboyo]

It worked, missy? Go' that lab runnin' up an' 'bout. Knew you could do it.

Would you kindly tell me that what you go' is somethin' good.

[happenagain]

After a fashion, yes.

[Private | Video]

[Eleanor holds up a small vial with thick, red liquid in it.]

As promised.

[littletasteboyo]

So long as you still go' it. This is a big deal, missy. Heldin' was needin'.

[Private | Video]

[There's a big smile on his face.]

Why thank you. How was it, doin' it by yourself?

[happenagain]

And I intend to keep it.

[Private | Video]

[She smiles briefly, faint.]

A little trying, I admit. It's been a long time since I've...done those things.

voice.

[happenagain]

In a way, yes, I do. What sorts of plants do we have in this world?

voice.

[happenagain]

And they all grow here? I'm...amazed, considering the landscape.