Yoshio blinks over his shoulder from where he's peering through a glass case at a selection of very meticulously groomed bonsai. "Oh." He moves over so the little boy can join him in front of the case. "Bonsai. I'm thinking how hard it must be to get these the way the person wants them." After all, a tree is a tree, in the end. You can guide it into the direction you want it to grow, but it'll grow the way it's supposed to, in the end.
sunday
Yoshio blinks over his shoulder from where he's peering through a glass case at a selection of very meticulously groomed bonsai. "Oh." He moves over so the little boy can join him in front of the case. "Bonsai. I'm thinking how hard it must be to get these the way the person wants them." After all, a tree is a tree, in the end. You can guide it into the direction you want it to grow, but it'll grow the way it's supposed to, in the end.