Jean-Botanist and Carl-Botanist drift around underwater in separate locations.
Who else can they ask?
Jean-Botanist encounters a loose piece of seagrass.
Hello, says Jean-Botanist.
Lee-loo, says the seagrass.
At least it said something.
I'm looking for Karenia cristata, says Jean-Botanist.
Lee-loo, says the seagrass.
Useless.
But no.
The seagrass twists itself into a loop. What can that mean?
Karenia cristata is round?
Jean-Botanist is excited.
He must tell Carl-Botanist.
He turns the Nachoo and heads to where he last saw Carl-Botanist.
Luckily Carl-Botanist is waiting there, having come back.
Learn anything? asks Carl-Botanist.
Karenia cristata is round, says Jean-Botanist.
You found one? asks Carl-Botanist.
Not exactly, says Jean-Botanist. I learned it from a seagrass.
Did it actually say it? asks Carl-Botanist.
All it said was Lee-loo, says Jean-Botanist. But it made a shape that was round.
Before or after you'd asked it, asks Carl-Botanist.
After, says Jean-Botanist.
That's promising, says Carl-Botanist. I met a lettuce.
So did I, says Jean-Botanist. It knew nothing.
Mine too, says Carl-Botanist.
At least we know not to ask them anything, says Jean-Botanist.
And we know one more thing about what we're looking for, says Carl-Botanist.
Round and small, possibly green, says Jean-Botanist.
Who said possibly green? asks Carl-Botanist.
And possibly not green, says Jean-Botanist.
We should go and ask Gaius, says Carl-Botanist. It might be in his notes.
Okay, says Jean-Botanist. They're probably wondering where we are anyway.
They direct their Nachoos up to the surface.
Great. They are not far from the beach at the Campground.
And Terence is standing at the edge of the water, looking.
They draw closer.
Oh no!
What's wrong with Terence?
His mouth has turned blue.
