[Oh, Fern is sorely wishing 'psychopath' was an accurate way to describe Finn. That would make all his stupid feelings so, so much clearer and his life so much easier. But he isn't, he was doing the Finn thing of trying to talk him down when it all happened.
Fern hesitates.]
He... didn't mean to.
[That's said in the tone that screams the situation was way, way more complicated than that. They really need to sit down and write out that timeline one day.
Of course, now any hope he had of relaxing has been completely squashed now that's he gone and brought up Finn. It's going to take him a while to shove those feelings back down, too.
When Varian turns away he leans a bit more heavily against the tree, glancing down at his shoulder. He looks up to see the vial, confused. That's a very plant-specific mixture, and he's pretty sure Varian didn't come up with it because he took up gardening as a hobby.]
Uh. Alright.
[What else is he supposed to say? 'No, I don't want to try using the science potion you obviously made to help me'?]
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Fern hesitates.]
He... didn't mean to.
[That's said in the tone that screams the situation was way, way more complicated than that. They really need to sit down and write out that timeline one day.
Of course, now any hope he had of relaxing has been completely squashed now that's he gone and brought up Finn. It's going to take him a while to shove those feelings back down, too.
When Varian turns away he leans a bit more heavily against the tree, glancing down at his shoulder. He looks up to see the vial, confused. That's a very plant-specific mixture, and he's pretty sure Varian didn't come up with it because he took up gardening as a hobby.]
Uh. Alright.
[What else is he supposed to say? 'No, I don't want to try using the science potion you obviously made to help me'?]