Cy's eyes gleamed with amusement at Aetin's comment. "Hey, I'm sure someone somewhere would love to become a mould farmer. Don't humans use mould in their medications? Maybe we could interest them in this place? Joking aside though, I never doubted that you washed your hands."
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Aetin looked visibly strained, but went along with the other, trusting that Cy knew about her own limits - in either case more than Aetin or any other outsider.
"Trust me, if you die it's because of the stench in the air...
I wash my hands, but this place here...
It's a fucking mould farm..."
"Trust me, if you die it's because of the stench in the air...
I wash my hands, but this place here...
It's a fucking mould farm..."
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