Rubi had long awaited this day from deep within his brimstone heart. It was the day of harvest, finally the fruits, or flowers, of his labor had come full circle. The many tasks he’d undergone for this project were starting to wear on him, and frankly some were just chores Primrose wanted to get done and felt less pertinent. Still Rubicon was a stubborn bun, and he hadn’t fulfilled his original desire of seeing what made this embassy so special. Wanting a leg up on this next t...