It's a strange little novelty that the ScryWatches allow them to go on conversing without the need to pay much attention to each other. Wrench is still getting used to the ability to remain immersed in his own world and stay tuned in to others around him. It's a far departure from needing to demand the attention of others just to try to make himself understood.

Larkspur, he notes of the flowers he's gingerly collected, though Wrench seems no more interested in sharing their potential use than before.

He considers that new knowledge with all the interest of someone who's asked a question they don't truly know what to do with. It's a realization he's only beginning to play at, but what it means and why he should care eludes him. All Wrench knows is that he's starting to feel like the only one that doesn't have some greater sense of purpose already given to him by his abilities. Different Earths, I guess. Do you fly too?