Snip, snip.
But a plant family which had had brought humanity potatoes and tomatoes.
Snip, snip.
But no one ever eats the leaves of those.
Snip, snip.
The door slid open, letting Dr Remi into the glasshouse. As medical doctor and not a member of the Agriculture Department, he rarely came here. With his immaculate suit and gold watch, he didn't belong.
Tess rushed to the polystyrene box on the desk, peeked in, decided she had probably picked enough leaves, and turned back to Dr. Remi, holding the box in her arms.
He stood watching the healthy crop of leaves, a kind of dreamy expression on his face. Air rushing out the cooling unit above the door ruffled his hair.
'Uhm--Dr Remi? I've got the leaves here.'
He held out a piece of paper to her. 'Tess, I thought you might like to apply
