I stare upwards.

The room Amy and I are in feels like a greenhouse. The walls are covered in some ivy-like plant. There are flowers of various colors sprouting from it. The floor itself is actually grass, sprouting out from dirt. What looks like giant ferns are everywhere, although it only takes me a few seconds to figure out that despite the leaves being much, much bigger than normal, it's probably a certain kind of plant.

Most of that is ignored in favor of Scion taking a hit off a bong the size of God, though.

He's just floating in midair, both hands clutching the- stem? Pipe? Of a bong that kind of defies imagination. I'm looking at it, and while it clearly fits into the room and he can hold it, my brain is also trying to tell me that it's bigger than the Statue of Liberty. I'm going a little cross-eyed, actually. It isn't helped by the fact that he hasn't pulled away once since we got here, which says horrible, eldritch things about his lung capacity.

Amy is much more interested in the plants. I give up on trying to wrap my head around Scion's impossible bong and join her.

"These things are insane. Just, the chemical composition- I don't even really know what to say about it, because most of these compounds don't have names! Half of them should be falling apart, and the other half defy everything we know about chemistry!" Amy is agitated, clearly excited about what she's looking at through her analysis of the plant. Which brings up a question; how does she know that?

"Uh." She locks up for a moment, eyes shooting back to me. She's clearly searching for an excuse, trying to think of something to say to throw me off track.

Then she just gives up.

"I have complete and total control over all biological matter that I touch."

...huh. So did she make these plants last night? Amy looks shocked at my response, hand falling away from the giant plant to fiddle with the edge of her robe.

"You did hear what I said, right? Complete control over biological matter? That includes the bacteria in the air, by the way." Well, yeah. The implications of super plagues and monsters are pretty clear, but she's been healing at hospitals for years, and if listening to people bitch about the most minor stuff and paperwork didn't make her snap, she'd probably got a will of iron. Amy looks gobsmacked.

"But, but, I already messed up! I gave you tentacles!" Yes, and I can't say I'm really happy about it, but when she was clearly in a drunken stupor and had me, the one who helped Tattletale fuck with her life, at her complete mercy, well. Tentacles are the least of what she could do. Then, pretty much immediately upon waking up, she offered to help me get rid of them. I'm honestly impressed by her self-control. At this point, she's proven herself as forgiving beyond all reasonable expectations, as she held my life in her hands- probably literally- when she was working with reduced inhibitions and didn't kill me or turn me into a rabid monster. She's about as likely to go crazy as Alexandria.

Amy listens to my explanation with wide eyes, her hands no longer fiddling but simply hanging loose at her sides. There's a moment after I finish where she just stares at me, before she turns away. There's a small sniff, and she rubs her eyes with one hand.

"...yeah, I probably made these when I was drunk. They're basically super-drugs. Taking some of this would kill a normal person. Scion can apparently live through it, though." I ignore the way her voice starts out slightly shaky, but it steadies when she starts talking about the plants.

Speaking of Scion, it looks like he's finally finished with his inhale. Which doesn't mean much, apparently, as there isn't a hint of smoke when he pulls away from the bong. He slowly starts floating towards the floor. He touches down, his feet landing on the grass. He pauses for a moment, distracted from his laser-focus on the plants as he looks down.

He giggles. The sound, coming from the greatest hero to ever exist, makes me very uncomfortable.

He drops to the ground, arms and legs splayed outwards to touch the grass as he drags them back and forth across the greenery. The bong, still as mind breaking as before, hangs in the air. Untouched, several leaves from a nearby plant are picked off and make their way over to it. Once they're inside and boiling, the bong itself flys over to Scion, flipping upside down. The water inside doesn't seem to be very interested in following the rules of gravity, and the smoke is dropping down.

Amy and I watch in morbid fascination as he takes another huge hit. The draw seems to go on forever, all while he languidly strokes the grass. He pauses, seemingly considering something.

That's when I leave, because I don't really have the desire to watch as Scion peels the simple costume off of himself in order to get more skin in contact with the grass. Amy follows after me, walking a bit closer than she had following me here.

-

"So."

We stare at eachother.

"Um. First order of business is finding out where we are, which means leaving the building, or whatever we're in." We both glance over at the obvious door built into the wall. Somehow it had evaded notice when I'd first gone searching, which... Wasn't really a good sign. It was easy to see now, which meant it was probably hidden earlier. That, and while I could understand some weird tinker creation having absolutely no bugs in it, the fact that I couldn't sense any beyond the door was disturbing.

Still, I was the one with the armor, even if it was only partially put together. Amy assured me that the tentacles themselves could be used in combat, they were more than tough enough. That meant that I was going first.

Yay. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like, having normal teenager problems.

-

Good news; there were bugs outside the door. Bad news; there were also people dressed in Victorian clothing walking up and down a cobblestone street.