"I'm trying, because the other option is withering. Drying up from the lack of nutrients."

Planting things with Cèsar taught her that much, at least. Offloading the box, she comes to another, prying it open to look at the contents. A large cloud of smoke rises out, and keeps coming, coming, heavy and choking, making her cough through it as she tries to seal it back up.

Troublesome thing. Leave it alone, it'll fill every space.