there's no innuendos,
it's exactly what you think
it's exactly what you think
"Worried about a little trouble, are you?" Frey grinned, brows raised as they folded their arms across their chest. Listening as Phoebe went on, the deity didn't blink nor indeed offer much of any sort of expression that would help the midwife gauge what it was they were thinking.
"Sounds like you're looking to put me out of a job, sweet lips." They chuckled eventually. "Why bother with any of that at all?" It was a rhetorical question, but Frey shrugged just the same. "So you want a plant..that grows bodies..but you want what's grown to be basically an actual body, because if it wasn't, you wouldn't learn the right sorts of things. Pausing, they considered. "Well you certainly aren't going to get that. The last thing this world needs is the Voice getting a hold of soul-less cadavers that she can twist into new little denizens of her madness. What I can do is have plants that just grow parts...you want to study the lungs? Sure. It'll grow you a plant-body with real lungs. Study the heart? Grow one on a stalk."
"Sounds like you're looking to put me out of a job, sweet lips." They chuckled eventually. "Why bother with any of that at all?" It was a rhetorical question, but Frey shrugged just the same. "So you want a plant..that grows bodies..but you want what's grown to be basically an actual body, because if it wasn't, you wouldn't learn the right sorts of things. Pausing, they considered. "Well you certainly aren't going to get that. The last thing this world needs is the Voice getting a hold of soul-less cadavers that she can twist into new little denizens of her madness. What I can do is have plants that just grow parts...you want to study the lungs? Sure. It'll grow you a plant-body with real lungs. Study the heart? Grow one on a stalk."
