 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Cross-pollinating their plants was fairly simply, but it seemed to be making Bucky terribly uncomfortable. She had gone stone silent and was still that lovely pinkish color that matched her hair. Normally Tag would have enjoyed her discomfort but at this point, he was starting to wonder if she really didn't want to be his partner.
Dangit! Tag looked up, realizing that Professor E was onto him. Meet you at the greenhouse later? Oh, I'm doomed. It was a little awkward, doing that cross-pollination thingy with Bucky while knowing it was actually the same plant. . . what he wanted to know was, what happened when you self-pollinated? He eyed the drunken stem. Maybe it would explode.
__________________ 
His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |