Could there really be considered different types of flesh? Meat was meat, wasn't it?



Thinking more about it, maybe the trees were like his Tita. Maybe meat wasn't just meat to them at all and certain meats were better than others. But that wasn't the way he'd heard the question. Type of flesh? Type of flesh? Tempus's answer filled Cutty with inspiration. But, then it's name would hardly be accurate, unless the name-giver of the tree was not too unlike Bentley and prone to thinking of plantlife is akin to human life. Flesh-eater eater, then? Or even a Flesh-eater eater eater, if Tobes's scenario held any weight.

Cutty didn't want to say the same thing as everyone, so he ventured a guess from experience to try and look consistent, like he didn't know the score, "Professor?" Hands up, Mordaunt. "Maybe the flesh-eating fir only eats the purest types of meat. Like only the healthiest specimens that crawl or fly into it's branches? Or the opposite, as in only the sick and dying." The latter is what Cutty would chose if he were the tree. Less likely to put up a struggle.

Also, he liked it when she called them 'Petals'.