Poison, Pleasure and Bad Weather [Bell]

A warehouse, she did have.

Sunlamps flickered in the dark. The smell of damp, gritty soil filled the room. And 'Lily the Floramon' was in her full stride, going through her usual morning routine of getting the garden into shape. Back in her element, the Floramon found herself in much better spirits, able to work largely unperturbed so long as she kept up with Herald's requests, both above and below the table. Unfortunately, she hadn't seen too much of Skald in the interim...

... But as the fox's voice perked up, she found herself giving a small chuckle. Setting aside a pair of secateurs, the Floramon would stand up, stretching out her back, re-tightening the face-mask she had on as she moved towards the front door. Skald had truly caught her in the middle of work, her knees and hands still stained with soil, the plant type nodding as the fox addressed her.

"Sounds like you do. You didn't even come changed from the bar, hun?" Shaking her head a bit, she'd gesture for the fox to follow along with her. "But if its this early in the morning, I should assume its business? What do ya got, foxy?"

"Human holiday, huh? Never understood why we cared all that much..."

The Floramon mused, and reached up, carefully flipping through that book that Skald had offered her. It was basically a menu of things, of plants, potions, and concoctions - though the last one caught her eye. "... Stinging Death, really?" She didn't sound annoyed, but more-so confused. That was a root found only in the far-off depths of the Dark Area. Still, it didn't take her long to process that list, and stick that book under her arm, as she led him deeper into the garden.

"If you want something long-term that does permanent damage, you don't need to go that far. But I guess people pay well for a spectacle, don't they?" She'd shrug at that, setting the 'menu' aside on a table, as she'd turn her attention to one of the planters. "Guess I should ask, how exact should I need to be? I can't get Stinging Death legally anywhere, but I can cook up something that an idiot wouldn't be able to tell the difference - and if given more time, something that a professional botanist wouldn't be able to tell the difference."

Yeah, who needed to curate natural plants? To that last part, though, the Floramon gave a chuckle. "Oh c'mon, Skald. You don't need to understand my work - very few people can. I think I've shown my progress by now."

"Mm... you really don't go with that sort of thing unless you want the target to know they were poisoned..."

The Floramon gave a sigh. She listened a bit as Skald further explained the situation. They needed a Leomon - a champion level, heavyset Digimon - to be out for about two weeks and miss an important vote. As far as Bell could tell, that would mean that they had set up a replacement to make the ballot in his place - and something would be out in contrary to the lion's interest.

... And Skald needed the concoction in a week. "Let's see. That would be a near-lethal poison that would cause visible, black veins shooting up from the point of contact. If I start from nightshade and poison oak, and cut it through... hm..."

She mulled it over in her head. "Three, four days, I could get it going. But for what it is, I wouldn't be able to test the batch. It'll be right, no worries on that front - but I still think its silly to draw such attention to it."

Bell would say that, while leaning over a second planter, carefully reaching a pipette inside a particular, red bulb. She'd let one drop fall inside - and then she'd pluck the flower, retrieve three seeds from inside, and gently toss the bulb into the air. It would seem to float for several seconds, a warm red light radiating from it for several moments, until its data was drawn right back into the seeds.

... Heck, if Skald was curious, she might want to make a spectacle of it! "Anyway, how's the bar? I'd have to guess if you're pushing this much on me, we gotta be hurting for money from somewhere."