Valerian let out a silent sigh of relief as his mother managed to tame the planet before his arm suffered for it. He was able to successfully pry away the pod and place it out of the vine's reach, looking to his mother to move before he unceremoniously let go of the plant.
"I think he exudes an air of confidence that she might like." However unwarranted, he was tempted to add. Being the Minister's whipping boy wasn't anything to write home about, or at least anything Valerian would be proud to write home about. Politics were silly, anyways—simply Macmillan's name was enough to give him a leg-up on the competition, and that was without him have to prove competence. In Valerian's eyes, he was a fool for giving up his job in the department to be bossed around by the progressive minister.
"But, in time, I think she will grow tired of him. I certainly did, and it was only a few hours," he admitted, trying to hold back his smile.
"I think he exudes an air of confidence that she might like." However unwarranted, he was tempted to add. Being the Minister's whipping boy wasn't anything to write home about, or at least anything Valerian would be proud to write home about. Politics were silly, anyways—simply Macmillan's name was enough to give him a leg-up on the competition, and that was without him have to prove competence. In Valerian's eyes, he was a fool for giving up his job in the department to be bossed around by the progressive minister.
"But, in time, I think she will grow tired of him. I certainly did, and it was only a few hours," he admitted, trying to hold back his smile.
