I raised a brow. "Different extract?"
Rosie fidgeted again, and I suddenly felt her vines shifting downward, brushing lightly over my abdomen.
Her branches trembled as she finally admitted in an extremely low, shy whisper:
"…The same nourishment you feed Rosie's Mommies with…"
"Oh my," Yoruha purred lazily. Now that she had lost her threatening edge after transforming to her cute little foxy form, she kind of gave me the impression of a granny watching a TV drama from her comfy rocking chair, commenting on unexpected developments.
"What do you mean, Rosie?" Lucille asked with a gasp.
"Is Rosie weird…?" Sadness and guilt oozed from her very soul.
"No, no! Luci Mommy just didn't expect this request…"
"Rosie is not a humanoid; her body functions very differently from what we might expect," Aurora said in a tone that questioned if the caramel-haired beauty had actually forgotten they were talking to a tree creature.
