Who better to know the uses of plants than a plant? Assuming he was plant all the way through, and she had no reason to think otherwise at the moment. Just go with the flow, take the bundle of arrowroot into her arms, and listen to that voice rumble on.

The mention of smell prompts to pause, sniffing at herself before shrugging. Whatever was in that tube with her when she got processed still hasn't been washed off, but this is probably the best she's smelled in weeks. "Yeah. Shot me up through a tube not too long ago."

And with nothing else to do, here she is, gardening. Hooray.

"Got any of the fun stuff in here?" she prompts, squinting at the armful of foliage the big guy is still carting around himself.