With the plans for the new clothes set, Lassim was about to ask Cirra if she wanted to leave when he noticed Maelin looking at him with a peculiar gaze.
Maelin leaned up against the counter and fixed her gaze on Cirra, "You know… maybe our young friend here can help pay off his debt by assisting with THAT plant," she suggested, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
Cirra, caught off guard, blinked a few times, her mind racing to catch up.
At Maelin's pointed look, realization dawned, and she nodded slowly. "Ah, right, THAT one."
Lassim, feeling like he had just walked into the middle of what his mother always referred to as 'the maid's gossip', raised his eyebrows.
"So… either of you want to fill me in here or…?" he asked curiously.
