A zoning issue. That sounded straightforward enough. Noah reached into his pocket, removing his wallet and looking for the right business card. Roman Skye's. He held it out to Fern. "This man can help. He's persistent, qualified, and understands people like you and me. Roman is...trustworthy." An idea came to him, then, a possible introduction of Elfleda to his lawyer friend. The pyrokinetic smiled at the thought.
"He and I will make sure your greenhouse gets built, exactly to your specifications," Noah assured her. "And once we take care of driving Ronnie out of Searchlight, I'll be able to see it. The Dark Lady will be very pleased."
Noah was buzzing, that feeling close to a high when things appeared to be going his way. The look he gave the blonde then was of genuine happiness. That fiery ocean would soon be his to command.