[The question catches him off guard. Steinbeck blinks, expression turning to one of confusion. He's not expecting a Company Enforcer, of all things, to chat about gardening.]
Uh, I do, when I can. [He spares a glance to the vines sprouting out of his neck.] Though I guess it doesn't take a genius to figure that out.
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[The question catches him off guard. Steinbeck blinks, expression turning to one of confusion. He's not expecting a Company Enforcer, of all things, to chat about gardening.]
Uh, I do, when I can. [He spares a glance to the vines sprouting out of his neck.] Though I guess it doesn't take a genius to figure that out.