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Marking brief notes on his new datapad, the Money Spider made sure to separate information into categories as he listened attentively. He laughed at Sienna's jabs at Stanton's diet and her story about the hotel. Her presence was at once uncomfortable and relieving. Something new. Once again, the Money Spider was able to get a glimpse at the gardener's psionic abilities. To his knowledge, the nature of it was a result of scientific evolution. He would have to ask if any gardeners were equipped with venom.

Pulling himself out of his chair, he relaxed his legs. The Spider then let out a long breath akin to an athlete preparing himself before a sprint.

"Why of course, Mister Indigo. The Money Spider will receive a full list of necessaries and have it sorted before my skin sheds!" As he headed to the elevator doors, the Money Spider stopped to turn himself back towards the gardener. "Oh, and Miss Sienna, you must let the Spider teach you the loopholes of hotel dining. You needn't pay a dime for a malfunctioning pancake ever again, hahaha!"

The Money Spider would then depart my means of the elevator, so that he could excitedly return home and prepare for the job ahead.