"I thought you were leaving!"

Moira crosses her arms. "Fine. I don't stay where I'm clearly not wanted. Nearest settlement is ten miles south, FYI."

"I knew that already," he asserts to Overgrowth.

"Not very fun, though." 

She bursts into the sky.

"That happen often?" Overgrowth asks.

"Yeah. She does whatever she wants." Sigh.

"Stupid high Miracles."

"I manage to get favors out of her once in a while at least. Like this food."

He shakes his head. "Baselines. They think once you Manifest that's the end of it. Like there isn't some insane little girl with better Miracles waiting to mess with you. How long have you been one?"

"Four months, three weeks, two days. And in that time I only have four reliable transformations and two more I've been practicing."

"Shit, you're less green than me. That wasn't a pun, by the way."

"Unintentional puns are often the best puns."

He stretches and lets the wings and dog tail disappear. "Ahhh. Geez, wings are tiring..."

"Least you can fly. I tried making myself some leaf sails last week. Spent three days hiding in a shack while my leg knitted back together. I got so sick of beans."

"You got stuck with beans? What, not enough room? They're exhausting to have though. I didn't realize Miracles can get tired until I flew around a bit. Also I crashed a lot too."

"There was a vine growing in the window. So, were you being honest when you said you knew about that town?"

"Well, I'd heard of it. But all I know about it is 'fake Christian lady with cloth powers who tries to Manifest kids'."

"Oh. Abbie, I think she's called. Nobody I asked could agree how serious she was with the religion thing." 

"Safest to act like the answer is 'very'. Hey, can you make up new plants?"

"Like what?"

"My first idea was a bean that tastes like strawberries or something but there's tons of opportunities if you can do it. Bacon tree! Candy flowers! Steakmelon! Or more boring, doesn't-need-much-water-corn, bugs-can't-eat-it potatoes. Those'd sell."

"I could try, I guess. You can sort of make stuff out of plants that taste like meat."

"I dunno biology. Couldn't find books on it. I kind of wish I was an Inventor. I like science stuff."

"Weird you didn't end up with that, then."

"Maybe God's having a laugh at my disappointment and woe. I'll show him. I'll show them all! Menagerie's Market will be the commercial powerhouse of the modern world! Mwahahahaha!"

"Ooh, that your Miracle name?"