[Atlantis]

"Frisky around-?" That...does not sound pleasant. Isabelle takes a couple of steps away from it. Really wishing she had that bear bodyguard already.

Cedric directs a grumpy shriek at the plant. He doesn't like it when things bother Isabelle. Especially not when they're icky plants that he can't really eat. Not that he eats, as such, but you know what I mean.

"So, um, anyway...basically you just got very very lucky. Amazing how many discoveries happen by chance, isn't it?" Isabelle peers intently at the chart, trying her best not to think too much about the frisky plant that had been about to do goodness knows what to her. "I take it you've tested out your seeds on some people then?"