It's uneventful. Cypress and Ice go to several more restaurants (most of which are pretty, in interesting and unique ways) and return to Prime's home to snuggle and - forget about the events that'll transpire when they get home. Cypress misses Vernaia, he tolerates her being away from him but just gone entirely is - it obviously bothers him. He'd suggest going the way of Prime and spending the next day in sleep, but he can't ask it of his wife. He snuggles her, instead, and they distract each other from the things that are obviously wrong.
Then, completely predictably, Prime wakes up. He checks his mana stores. He gets notes from Cypress and casts the language spell, since it's cheap.
"Ready," he informs, when he has recovered enough from three days of near non-stop sleep to be reasonably awake and functional. He has a spot picked out for the portal, already. He does a bit of writing in his own book of cheat sheets, and then the empty wall by the front door gets - what looks like a painting. Specifically, a painting of the other side of the portal - Pantheon. It looks like a painting, too, not like a photograph. If someone looks closely, they can see what looks to be brush strokes, and little hints of mess here and there.
He touches the portal, murmurs "Pantheon" and then it shifts. To something more - real, lifelike. Like you could step through it to the other side.
"Done. After you?"
"Finally," declares Idania, "plants that I am not guaranteed to kill eventually! Probably! Maybe! We'll see, it should be fun."
"If you have to look at other planets' flora to find plants you can keep alive, perhaps plant-keeping is not for you. Anyway, which way from here?"
"This way," says Prime, and then he gives his staff a tap and starts floating in the appropriate direction.
Idania doesn't have an applicable sound effect for flying! Insert appropriate sound effect here!
"Here we are."
Aya disembarks from her bike and starts looking for a suitable depression in the ground that will help keep the water all together for long enough to Perinixu to establish.
She is completely serious.
Prime very dearly wants to say something in response to this, but has some measure of self control. He stays silent.
"I hope you can integrate the interestingly purple local flora instead of just overwhelming it all."