Red gave a dainty snort. "Girl. If you wore a dress made of ice your headlights would be on for days." But, maybe Rydia was going for that look. She certainly embraced nature and the sort of spirit that was easy, breezy, beautiful Covergirl. Maybe she was a bra burner, too. Maybe she burned bras with Firaga. Maybe Red could corner the market on self burning bras. TAKE THAT, PATRIARCHY!
Ahem. Yet more wacky but potentially fun ideas for another day. Charmed by her partner's enthusiasm, she recognized that her plan for the day hadn't extended far beyond measuring cold snaps. That didn't make her closed off to the idea of coming up with other experiments on the fly. While sitting and diligently uploading the video file to her online account, one hand absently plucked at the earth beneath her. Balamb soil had kind of a grainy, rough texture even out here in the middle of the field. It certainly wasn't the sort of place that saw much in the way homegrown produce. Red smirked over the edge of her laptop, struck suddenly with inspiration.
"Have you ever heard of lightning strikes turning sand to glass?" she queried. "Could be neat to witness! Imagine raining destruction from above and below as glass spikes form underfoot." There came something akin to an evil laugh. Red only just barely contained it by forcing a cough toward the end. Pft. Her? Evil? Nah. Pure as the driven snow, this former Trabian. Honest. "Or, you know, we could just take the glass and have it shaped into over priced chachkies. Butterflies and dragons and shit."