This proved a bit trickier. Their dehumidifier was old and finicky, needing to be coaxed through its job. She lit the coals in the bottom tray and set the swiftshock flowers in trays far above, setting it to medium speed. Then she watched the wooden trays move slowly on their tracks, far above the coals, letting the hot air suck the moisture out of the petals. Occasionally a tray would stick, and Ghia would have to reach in to get it moving again, careful not to let the sweat on her forehead drip onto the flowers. By the time her crop was through the machine and dry, Ghia's face was red, she was soaked through and her fingers were fairly burned.
The hardest part was done, and she gratefully went to powder the flowers and put them into one-dose packets. She stood for hours, methodically me
