Derrick frowned at Poppy before answering Francis’ question. “I’m not sure. We can figure out the logistics when we get back. Poppy, I don’t think you should come with. I’ll go; he knows me.” Poppy pursed her lips but didn’t argue. “What about Finn? You’ll get him, right?” He frowned, cocking his head. “Who’s Finn?”
He looked at them as if he couldn’t tell if they were joking. “Your fish? Uh... transporting him might be a little difficult. How committed are you to him?”
Poppy glanced up at him with a raised brow. “...right. I really need him to come with us,” she said, looking back at Derrick. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before nodding. “Okay. We can get the fish. Anything else?”
Poppy hesitated, tugging on a loose lock of hair. “Could you possibly get my plants? I understand it’s too difficult, but if you can…”
Derrick rubbed the back of his neck, clearly a habit of his. “We’ll see,” he said eventually. “Head on up to the training room, alright? You’ll stay there until you’re ready.”
Poppy took it and nodded. “Yeah, thank you,” she said. He waved them off. “It’s the least I can do. I’ll see you later.” He turned and headed down the hallway, his hands in his pockets.
Poppy nodded, her face still melancholy. She didn't say anything more and led him towards the training room, her hand in his.
"It's a fresh start," he said, his voice light. "You know, away from the city. Fresh air, less danger. It'll be nice."
