"Can we kill them?" Ever's reply was more direct and less mad scientist: looking at the vines from as far away as he could manage, his head cocked to one side and his eyes narrowed. He, at least, had no urge to touch them, and no urge to get close enough that they could touch him. Fire, he thought. Fire would probably shred them up. Or...
"What about that wash thing you did to my room, first week? Could you drive them off like that?" He blinked up to Rep as he asked it.
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