The holographic projection of Bubu blinked down at Isabella with the slow, disappointed squint of someone who had watched her do absolutely everything except the correct thing for the past thirty minutes.
The system hovered there in its little blue glow, arms folded, expression blank but somehow aggressively judgmental.
Glimora sat beside Isabella like she was watching her mother get scolded by a floating iPad.
Isabella stared up at the system dramatically from where she lay draped over her bedding like a fainting princess who'd lost all will to exist.
Bubu blinked again.
Isabella blinked back.
Bubu continued blinking.
"…what?" Isabella snapped finally.
Bubu's voice materialized in her head, dry, crisp, and absolutely lacking mercy:
Isabella gasped. "EXCUSE ME? I WAS CULTIVATING."
Glimora paused mid-chew, as if even that claim was too bold.
