Pressure, pushing down on me, pushing down on you...

[sauntered_downward]

characters: Crowley and Misty shadowsran
location: Misty's A-Frame
date/time: September 8, evening
content: Crowley and Misty talk plants and survival
warnings: None

Crowley was supposed to go right to Misty's after the meeting but, well, he got a bit distracted. In his defense, he's been meeting a lot of new people and he's been trying to keep them all catalogued and controlled in his head. His new flatmate, in particular, who needs some sort of guidance for whatever is happening with him. And that Rosalind, who is intriguing and would probably make an absolutely excellent demon back on his world.

But he's been looking forward to meeting this Misty person. After all, Crowley's one real hobby, besides driving, was growing his plants back at home. And if this is an excuse to find time to grow plants, well...he's up for that, at least.

And it will make Aziraphale happy, if he goes ahead and actually talks to her.

He steps up to the A-Frame with his lantern in tow. Gives the door a knock.

Comments

[shadowsran]

"It's also how the only people who have been here for awhile spread news?" One eyebrow lifts. She's distrustful, absolutely, but this seems a foolish thing to abstain from.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley shrugs. Maybe he'll look at it more. He'll never admit to it, of course. Always better to look like he doesn't care at all. Suits his brand better.

"How will we get plants here? The right kind, the kind that'll grow without light?"

[shadowsran]

"Store ought to have something, can scavenge some right out of some foods, requests through Rastus - I'm not worried about keeping them once we have them or even how they'll grow so much as just starting with enough."

Spirits hardly seem meddlesome and human interference ought to be brought to nothing given that it feeds them, but it's wiser to worry.