He shakes his head, because he never really had the patience or the time to do it. When he'd been working on the ranch, the owners would never want to give up the land for their vaqueros to grow it and here, there's never been a point when he gets it in handy little boxes.

"I promise, my name is beautiful," he says, to distract from the other question while he thinks. "Why? You have some plants we can start and a place to do it?"