[center][h2][color=f49ac2]Vivian[/color] [color=a2d39c]&[/color] [color=bc8dbf]Sylvia[/color] [color=a2d39c]Altissima[/color][/h2][/center]
Vivian notices John's discomfort, but doesn't say anything, whereas Sylvia fails to notice.

When Neil splashes the liliraune with water, both Vivian and Sylvia gasp in delight as the water seeps rapidly into the soil of their pot and is absorbed through their roots. Their flaccid, wrinkled, dull-green skin fills out, becoming supple, vibrant, and acquiring a healthy sheen. Glistening in moisture, the two run their hands over their faces in joy and relief, closing their eyes and smiling. Remembering her manners, Sylvia says, [color=a187be]"Thank you, uh, Neil, was it? We desperately needed that."[/color] While the twins were reveling in the water, John introduced himself. [color=f49ac2]"A carpenter? Bart hired us to cook![/color] [color=a187be]...and make medicine. [/color][color=f49ac2]Name's Vivian![/color] [color=bc8dbf]...and Sylvia.[/color] [color=f49ac2]If you could show us to the kitchen, garden, and medicine pantry, it would be greatly appreciated! Oh and mister John, if you need a cart..."[/color] The liliraune's strong vines and roots wrap around their massive clay pot, gingerly lifting themselves off the wooden plank with wheels that they had used to travel. Landing next to the dolly with a dull 'clink', Vivian continued, [color=f49ac2]"Feel free to use this! I won't need it unless I'm traveling long distance. Within this building, I'm sure I can get around just fine without it."[/color] Vivian had a proud, smug, self-satisfied expression, like she just offered the greatest idea in the world, failing to recognize that a wooden dolly like this was not nearly as easy to use as an actual cart or wheelbarrow, whereas Sylvia just offered her sister a look of skepticism.