They don't, usually. But they grow really well here. [ She shrugs, as if to say "not sure why." ] There's usually a few holes up there - [ and she points up to the roof, which is securely boarded up ] where the sun peeps through. That helps.

[ The question...makes her blink. It's not something someone's really asked her before in earnest, and something deeper than her usual levity seems to creep into her expression, even as her smile fades a little. ]

Back home, yeah. These aren't the same, though. [ Her smile twinges with a bit of sadness as she gazes down at the blooms. ] They're still beautiful, and alive, but I can't talk to them the same way.

[ The Planet isn't here, after all. She's cut off from the whispers she's heard her whole life. ]