Michael Bublé Wrote A Song About This Log

[worktodo]

Who: Anyone currently living on or welcome at the Justice Farm!
Where: Albert Rosenfield's Justice Farm of SCIENCE!! in Saffron City
When: Anytime in the month of January
Summary: A compilation of all those one-off threads, logs, and other general social interactions that don't warrant their own individual post and yet promise to be too much fun to outright handwave, either.
Rating: May vary! But assume PG unless noted otherwise.
Log:


☆ YOU ARE HERE ☆
(IT LOOKS LIKE THIS.)


Let the shenanigans ensue.

Comments

[leftinbasketforfbi]

Hybridization?

[He slides a little closer, keeping an ear out for the water boiling and peering at the pages.]

If the plants are closely related enough to create fertile offspring, then it should be possible. What brought this on?

[bywiseguidance]

I could not sleep.

[It was this or go for a run. Fuck that, it's too cold. Ziva swipes some hair out of her face and shrugs.]

It is something I recall my mother talking about.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

Was your mom a scientist?

[Water boiling. Reid shuffles out to prepare the tea, then comes back with two piping hot mugs made to Ziva's specifications, offering her one.] What have you found out so far?

[bywiseguidance]

No, but she was a master gardener.

[Ziva smiles gratefully and takes it, wrapping her fingers around the mug to warm them.]

It should be possible, as you said, with plants most closely related. Which those are, I am not as sure...they seem to be a bit behind in genetic research, at least in these books.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

I feel like this world has a collective obsession with their animals to the exclusion of everything else. I really haven't seen much that isn't based on them, scientific or otherwise.

[Reid sits across from her, far enough to give them both a comfortable personal bubble.] But that's where experimentation comes in. I could help you set up a nursery for the plants, if you want.