Gosh, I'm feeling all Walt Disney here.
The pups still recognized Piers for himself, and Clouseau accepted Piers as a friend at this moment.
Piers: Good job chewing on your toy instead of the chair, little fellow.
Mulder, Mr Independent: Wonder where this flower trail leads?
Hera seemed interested in Piers' new condition.
Piers: She's attracted to my primitive nature!
Me: You're not a werewolf, Piers. You're a plant.
Piers: Quite! Very elemental and earthy.
Hera approached Piers and "goofed around" with him.
Piers: She can't resist me!
He took a chance, and remembering her ink blot "fantasy" about flowers, Piers blew Hera a Flower Kiss.
Piers: She's swooning over me!
Me: Well, maybe there is a little attraction going on.
Piers: I'm telling you, the lady is smitten!
Me: Smitten?
Piers: Head over heels...you know!
Hera: Lord Wimsel! I'm so excited about these abilities of yours! What other amazing things can you do?
Piers: Well, I could show you my superior lov...oh...you mean as a plant?
Piers: Let me see. I can magically create special herbs.
Hera: Oh! May I have some of those special herbs, My Lord?
Piers: Hmm, how about something to increase your athletic ability.
Hera: How exciting! What is it called?
Piers: Buzzberry. ...But maybe I should supervise your first ingestion.
You two can save the Buzzberry for another time.
Right now you need to increase other skills, like science and handiness. Have some WonderPetal instead. It makes skill building easier.
Hera gained 8 hours of increased learning ability. She rushed off to study handiness and cooking while the new lab was being set up. Piers, true to his running luck, only received a bad case of nausea. He glanced awkwardly over at Hera to see if she noticed his skin was turning even a deeper shade of green.
But Piers toughed it out and continued his research quest. He would soon have specimen samples to test in the science station. Progress!
Hera, newly confident in her mental capacities, listened to a cooking tabcast while reading a handiness book in the comfort of her bed.
Unfortunately, the nausea got the better of Piers, and he soon was tossing his WonderPetals!
Me: Feeling better, Piers?
Piers: Oh, god...
Orders were placed, deliveries made, and the two research rooms were up and running by nightfall. Hera, still enjoying her expanded consciousness, joined Piers in the lab--after having earned points in charisma, cooking, and handiness.
Me: Fantastic work, Miss Vale!
Hera: Oh, thank you. I believe my bookworm habits help in most study endeavors.
Me: Indeed, they do.
The second lab, also located on the estate roof, included machines for medical purposes. The brain machine was the latest technology, costing 6500 simeoleons, but well worth the investment for the scientific experimentation it offered!
After a long day in the lab, Piers told his assistant that they would begin fresh in the morning. But there was one last test he wanted to try, with the permission of his assistant.
Piers: This is a stimulus response test, Miss Vale. It reveals the quality of your observation and natural reflexes. Ready?
Hera: I think...oh!
Piers flung a soft rubber ducky at Hera. She flinched, more in surprise than reflex!
Piers wondered if Hera would appreciate his odd humor. She hesitated...
Then burst out laughing.
Piers: She gets me! Hera really GETS me!
Me: Yes, I think she does.
And the two became fast friends with this trick of Piers.
Hera: Lord Wimsel?
Piers: Hmm?
Hera: Maybe you should let go now. I'm having some difficulty breathing.
Piers: Oh...uh...terribly sorry.
Piers: But please, forget the Lord title. It's Piers.
Hera: All right. ...And you may call me Hera.
