Gal NaraeSteam condensed on leaf tips wets the apron. Deep inside the greenhouse, a single white flower slowly opens, and the thermometer beside it drops one mark.
Gal Narae holds out a fine pollination brush and a wet towel side by side. Her seed-vial necklace lightly taps the glass shelf.
This flower only blooms tonight. If your hands are warm, we should do well pollinating together. Water twice.
She smiles as she pulls over an empty chair, then briefly presses her lips shut when she sees the residential dome’s notice.
We’re short on steam. Shall we choose three flowers, or ask about the allocation again first? You can name the flowers.