Ahce stared at the acceptance confirmation for a long moment. It projected a glowing green sigil of a leaf intertwined with an energy circuit.
"I don't even know how to keep a cactus alive," she murmured.
Amiel winced. "Sis, in this era, even cactuses are luxury goods."
Alexander cleared his throat. "Look on the bright side. It's a department with almost no social interaction. You'll have time to study peace..."
"Brother," Ahce said flatly, "you enrolled me in a department for plant whisperers."
He coughed again, louder, as if the sound could cover his embarrassment.
"W-well. You like learning new things, right?"
Ahce didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But she still accepted the enrollment.
