Tears.
There were tears everywhere.
Right in front of the Dungeon Guardians booth, a certain golden-eyed cadet stood frozen, completely unprepared for customers who looked like they were actively dying from extreme envy and emotional devastation.
Some people cried tears of joy.
They laughed and sobbed at the same time as they stumbled into the greenhouse tunnel with jelly legs, clutching their chests as if they had narrowly survived something life changing.
But somehow, the lamenting tears outside only increased.
Because once the question was asked, it spread like a virus.
"Is it true?"
"Is there really crop picking?"
"Would they really be allowed to pick for themselves?"
Surely that couldn't be real.
Well.
Of course it was.
Luca nodded patiently and began to explain, his calm voice doing absolutely nothing to soothe the growing crowd.
