Gray tilted his head slightly as he studied her, a playful glint in his eyes. "Alright, Paddy," he began, his tone teasing, "how good are you with the *creative* side of your craft?"
Paddy raised a brow, unsure of what he was getting at. "Creative?" she echoed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, how skilled are you at shaping your nature manipulation into something purposeful? Not just growing a forest or making vines dance. I'm talking precision. Could you, for example…" He gestured grandly toward the ship around them. "...build another ship out of this one?"
Paddy blinked at him, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion. "No, I can't—"
Before she could finish, Gray leapt up with surprising speed, flicking her forehead with his finger.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, staggering back slightly, her ears flicking in irritation. "What is *your* problem?"
