[ Sure as hell does. Reno doesn't want to hear any complaints from the farmers. He munches on the offered cherries—until Kyle's palm starts to grow its own little leaf.
He leans over with a frown, a couple of cherries still in his mouth. Then he spits his own seeds out. Both of 'em, leaving red streaks on his hand and...well. There they go. Sprouting.
He glances at Kyle, then Natasha. ]
Guess they're really multiplying. [ Tch— ] This isn't gonna be a problem, is it?
[ Are they gonna hear from Thorne later on about how their entire town's covered in popping cherries? Should they just take off before everybody starts pointing fingers? ]
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He leans over with a frown, a couple of cherries still in his mouth. Then he spits his own seeds out. Both of 'em, leaving red streaks on his hand and...well. There they go. Sprouting.
He glances at Kyle, then Natasha. ]
Guess they're really multiplying. [ Tch— ] This isn't gonna be a problem, is it?
[ Are they gonna hear from Thorne later on about how their entire town's covered in popping cherries? Should they just take off before everybody starts pointing fingers? ]