Ford's brows drew together at the mention of the greenhouse, confused. He didn't spend much time in greenhouses, and his mind went (entirely irrationally) to the witches' ganglion that had once featured in one of his boggarts. He'd never told Ty about that, though, and he didn't have any connections that he knew of to any other plant. Maybe this didn't actually have anything to do with him at all; it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that all Tycho wanted to show him was something to do with his latest project, bizarre hobby, or odd obsession, and just expected that Ford would be as enthusiastic about it as he was. He was less curious, then, but allowed himself to be lead towards the greenhouse room easily enough.

"The difficulty I've been in," Ford replied, though this did not illuminate much (by design; he didn't want to get midway through an explanation and then have to pause while Tycho told him about some random herbology project). "It started the night I was supposed to come back to yours, and didn't, but it's not about you."

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