Inside the greenhouse, Thea looked at the plants, and Rafe looked at Thea. “Yes, yes.” She nodded knowledgeably, in that way she had when she didn’t know a thing. “Yes, I see.” “What do you see, precisely?” he asked. She frowned, as though he had posed a complex and important scientific problem. “I see…plants. Definitely plants. And if I might offer my expert opinion?” “Please do.” “They are…green.” “They are very green,” he agreed solemnly. “It seems I have nothing left to teach you.”
