"So...none of that bothers you, but a few out of place flowers do?"

He's still not seeing the difference, there. If one can create whole, isolated little worlds among an endless sea of nothingness, Anders is certain they'd have no trouble at all putting winter blooms next to summer. Or anything else more extraordinary.

He shakes his head, reaching again to start picking careful cuttings of the blooming plant he's crouched beside. "I've seen a lot stranger than that over the past few months."