"We're only going to step closer-" Ienzo pouts, as if he's a little wounded that Terra would suggest he'd just up and abandon the project to let it fall to pieces under less capable hands.
(Which is nonsense, of course. Any of the committee could step in at any time, he hopes, with the way he's taken care about transparancy at every stage of the engineering.)
"Unless you came to see the hatchery and the grow-lamps, too?" He jerks his chin casually in the general direction of the castle postern, eyes half-lidded, loftily challenging. There's a hint of something else in his tone, something new. Defiance? A swell of resiliency. "That's back in the labs."
Amazing, what a Heartless Manufactory can be re-imagined into, given enough aggressive ingenuity and desire to transform the footprint of one breeding ground into another... something infinitely less horrific. (Unless you really hate your vegetables.)
Looping a hand gently around Terra's wrist, he leads him along the length of the fountain pool. Sprouts are in the process of being placed in very carefully, their roots suspended by pale little beads and ground-up stone. Ienzo gives him the abridged overview, in a tone that's far more pleasantly pedantic than listening to Even ramble on like a know-it-all. He's doing his best at warmth- or maybe, with certain visitors, there's no need to fake his way through it at all..
"It's actually quite simple. See, we've finally moved these fish out to their outdoor pond, and they'll do most of the work here by providing fertilizer, which in turn is delivered via biofilter tanks to the root-flow system... which come through here, gravel supporting the plants so that they can drink up from the nitrate-rich water!" He beams, as through he's rehearsed explaining this in simplest layman's terms so very many times over. "...Then it goes back down to the waterway sumps, and eventually cycles back through."
"...But the lettuce towers and the microgreen matting are so delicate that we think they'll do a little better continuing indoors, for the time being, or under some kind of greenhouse covering." His nose crinkles. "Still figuring that out."
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(Which is nonsense, of course. Any of the committee could step in at any time, he hopes, with the way he's taken care about transparancy at every stage of the engineering.)
"Unless you came to see the hatchery and the grow-lamps, too?" He jerks his chin casually in the general direction of the castle postern, eyes half-lidded, loftily challenging. There's a hint of something else in his tone, something new. Defiance? A swell of resiliency. "That's back in the labs."
Amazing, what a Heartless Manufactory can be re-imagined into, given enough aggressive ingenuity and desire to transform the footprint of one breeding ground into another... something infinitely less horrific. (Unless you really hate your vegetables.)
Looping a hand gently around Terra's wrist, he leads him along the length of the fountain pool. Sprouts are in the process of being placed in very carefully, their roots suspended by pale little beads and ground-up stone. Ienzo gives him the abridged overview, in a tone that's far more pleasantly pedantic than listening to Even ramble on like a know-it-all. He's doing his best at warmth- or maybe, with certain visitors, there's no need to fake his way through it at all..
"It's actually quite simple. See, we've finally moved these fish out to their outdoor pond, and they'll do most of the work here by providing fertilizer, which in turn is delivered via biofilter tanks to the root-flow system... which come through here, gravel supporting the plants so that they can drink up from the nitrate-rich water!" He beams, as through he's rehearsed explaining this in simplest layman's terms so very many times over. "...Then it goes back down to the waterway sumps, and eventually cycles back through."
"...But the lettuce towers and the microgreen matting are so delicate that we think they'll do a little better continuing indoors, for the time being, or under some kind of greenhouse covering." His nose crinkles. "Still figuring that out."