[QUEST] PITCH SOL

[victorianflorist]

> Your eyes flick from the thread to the swatch, both terribly tempting in their import. The thread is a dense tangle, forming patterns and fractals. But your eyes are pulled away from the twisted form, and instead drawn to the swatch.

> The once brightly colored fabric is worn, the edges frayed and the threads coming loose. It drips with attachment and meaning, and you can't help but feel it drawn towards the waiting patch of soil.

> You gently shift the soil, cupping the swatch of faded fabric, and slide it into the soil, covering it the best you can.

The soil beckons with thirst, with what rhyme do you water the soil with?

> A: A bottle as dark as sin, that you know to be one filled with gin.

> B: A carton of smooth milk, that you know will flow like silk.

> C: A can of oil, that is heavy with the lives it has caused to spoil.

Describe the fertilizer you use.

> In your own words.