[ In spite of Finn's overdeveloped sense of empathy, the teenager could be pretty hardheaded sometimes. The telltale signs of anxiety -- the worried lip, the untouched water, the drumming fingers -- sail right over his head in the face of Iris' explanation. If he had been paying a little more attention, maybe Iris's obvious personal connection to demiflora would have stood out more starkly. As it was, Finn's curiosity is more general than specific.

He stands fully, leaning on the counter in genuine interest. ]

Whoa, sick. Wizards in my world usually stick to one kinda magic, too. Like, grass or ice or... hunting. They're super secretive about it, though. [ After how much they had to trade of themselves for their powers, Finn couldn't really blame them. ] Have you ever met one of these demiflora peeps?