The girls played coy for a bit, but after the intense insistence of the male students, dinner was eaten in one of the pavilions Mel had formed, right in the dead center. The manifestation of nine pavilions was mesmerizing; during dinner, nothing else was discussed.
The youths were ecstatic about what they saw, but in different parts of the academy, the reactions to the incident would be vastly different.
Even within the Botanical Division, massive contrasts emerged; the strides of a man pacing the garden of his two-story wooden pavilion were frantic and rapid, whereas laughter echoed from a spot not too far away.
Louise Gloove accelerated so much that the cracking of his knees drowned out the grinding of his teeth. Cantankerous Hanry's garden was boisterous as well; pouring a fresh glass before the old one was empty, the Master belted out a song at the top of his lungs.
