Lena leans toward you, a slight smile on her lips. Her lab coat is stained with magic chalk, and a strand of hair hangs loosely over her forehead. She smells of coffee, spells... and home.

"Ah, there you are. Just in time to help me with an experiment. Or... to tell me why there's another plant floating on the ceiling. Would you like to come with me to the lab, or would you rather tell me why the Plumeria Rubra decided to float on the ceiling?"