[ The plants are grown and fruiting, tiny bright red peppers sprouting off the vine. Drake gets his second boot off and grimaces at the puddle under him, wanting to go for a towel at least but... then Ephemera asks how long it's been and he just shifts his weight instead, jaw working. ]
A hundred and thirty eight days.
[ He seems certain, just knows off the top of his head. ]
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A hundred and thirty eight days.
[ He seems certain, just knows off the top of his head. ]