Ford did not think Carlotta would be fine — even the name Carlotta was high-strung — but was not inclined to argue the point when Tycho had apparently moved on to the next ill-advised purchase. This was at least a little better than devil's snare, if only because it was more portable, but it was hardly the sort of plant Ford would have called darling. What was with Ty trying to buy things that were better left to experts? This was a recurring theme, though not always with plants — hadn't there been a door with ominous growling behind it at one point when Ford had come to visit early on, back when they'd just been friends? He wasn't sure Tycho actually wanted any of these things — maybe what Tycho actually wanted was to demonstrate that he was the sort of person who had these things. Maybe that distinction didn't matter, though; it was hard to tell where Tycho ended and his persona began, sometimes.
"Should I be reading into this?" Ford said, and raised an eyebrow suggestively. The garden was too public a venue for Ford to get away with saying If you want to be restrained and bitten you only had to ask, so this was the best he could do. In Ford's experience the best way to keep Tycho from buying something dangerous was not to talk him out of it with logic, but rather to redirect him — and nothing was quite so effective at redirecting attention as sex.
"Should I be reading into this?" Ford said, and raised an eyebrow suggestively. The garden was too public a venue for Ford to get away with saying If you want to be restrained and bitten you only had to ask, so this was the best he could do. In Ford's experience the best way to keep Tycho from buying something dangerous was not to talk him out of it with logic, but rather to redirect him — and nothing was quite so effective at redirecting attention as sex.
Set by Lady!