Khajiit rarely laugh in mixed company; something about the hissing quality of the sound leads to a number of misunderstandings. But her expression betrays her true feelings of amusement, however strange the sound.

There are many things about Tamriel that Trixie truly does not want to explore. They make daggers that weigh more than cinderblocks. They gave up magic that let them fly. They are a strange, confused people when it comes to concepts like gravity and weight.

Ravari purrs her approval at the understanding. "Indeed, that is quite what I meant. And I think, perhaps, if we feel generous, it might be fruitful for some of the other alchemists I know here. One, I believe, lives here permanently; she would be able to keep watch over any gardens we might choose to plant, yes?"