[center][h1][color=pink]Jideh Basrah[/color][/h1]
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Jideh gaped in open disbelief. She'd just... done it. Just like that. He hadn't expected a student of his skill level and experience to pull off a maneuver that seemed to have the flow and nonchalant nature of a teacher's own control of their element. He then continued to stare blankly when the food arrived and she began to dig in wholeheartedly. It was with a little bit of hesitation that he began to eat as well. His food, delicious though it was, was difficult to focus on. He was busy thinking about his tactic. That flower petal, if sufficiently energized could in theory...

He swallowed his last bite of sushi, drained his soup, and then clapped the bowl down harshly on the table. With a swiping motion, he placed the flower petal at an angle underneath the glass full of water, and then let the newly acquired energy surge forth into the plant. Growth blasted forth and his plan worked-

Almost. 

A tendril of the flower rooted itself into the table and the stem shot up with force, jolting the glass up and sideways, water splashing out promisingly. Unfortunately the angle was off. Way off. The water splashed down the front of Amelia's shirt, soaking her clothing and presumably the floor under her feet. Jideh's plant withered away as did he, horror at the accident making him cringe into his seat, trying to sink back into the floor. Somehow, Jideh imagined himself retreating in behind his own petals, the way some flowers did in adverse weather. He hoped the tempest he anticipated wouldn't be as harsh as he feared.