Ambrose concedes the point with a faint smile that's painful, unsure of how else to proceed. After a moment, he admits, "I don't like the greenhouse, either."
Since he hasn't got anything left that seems actually useful, he figures he might as well point out he's disliking just about everything that doesn't look right to him.
[ location :: the forest ]
Since he hasn't got anything left that seems actually useful, he figures he might as well point out he's disliking just about everything that doesn't look right to him.