Why did the Greenhouse have to be outside?!

Mason was all too grateful to be inside the place, even if it was here that the awful eggplant had attacked her. She merely poked it and it just freaked out.

Stupid plants.

She had never really liked plants, and the attack on her person evolved her distaste to something along the lines of would pour gasoline all over then set on fire.

So she just scrunched up her nose and nodded curtly at the professor, "Good Morning, Professor Myers." She really liked the professor, so for his sake, she'd try and make nice with the plants.

Circle? Like they all had to gather around? Ughhh, more people. In close proximity. Nasty.

Mason wedged herself into the group and immediately saw the bubbles floating overhead.

Well, at least he didn't cook kids. She'd take soap-filled air pockets over hags any day.