Brayden spoke up a Jay's words. "A lure as in a swee' sorta scent, or a colorful leaf te' lure in an unsuspectin' target? I understand your meaning here. Ya' know yer bo'any, tha's a fact, Mr. Jay. Still what would tha' have'ta do with our pa'ticular issue here? Anya isn't wantin' to know the philosophical things ah'm thinkin'. They need answers and ones that would be accepted by a scientific point'a view. The whole lure idea is somethin' only accepted, at best, by wholly carniv'rous plant breeds. This subject wouldn't be somethin' widely accepted... Also wouldn' this study group be a bit more based on the poin' at hand... The poin' about how the Amazonian Vine is more a parasite than anythin' else? It moves te' other trees an' feeds off 'em."<br/><br/>Brayden breathed in and slowly felt a wave of haze flow over her. what was that feeling? Brayden became wary. It wasn't very scented but it made Brayden feel strange. Was this Jay Greene's disease at work. The germs would get her. No! He could be wearing a cologne or something. "'Scuse meh'... Are you wearin' some kinda cologne? I canna' think what the strange feelin' in here is..."