"I see. Personally, any cardamine user is a friend of mine. A person that I respect and trust. It doesn't matter if they are Maltese or Chrysanthemums or Reapers."
And with that he placed two tiny vials containing an orange liquid on the bench, between him and Leslie. The orange color was vivid revealing that its content was still fresh, recently harvested from Planet Malta.
"But now I'm curious, my dear. What made you not only to abandon the Maltese but also rendered them your mortal enemies?"