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“I'm glad you let your Agave tequilana flower," Neville says, tilting his head back.
The first light of morning has reached the topmost clusters of blooms. They shine like oranges.
Remus approaches with two more vodka drinks. “We had to charm the greenhouse ceiling higher for the stalk. But my Amazanthines and Luna's Crumpled-Nosed Bat love the pollen.”
“It would be a shame to prevent this flurry of sexual activity. Though you could have made the plant just collect sugars in the heart, and produced fine alcohol.”
“For lack of tequila sunrises, take a screwdriver, and let's toast to that!”