"Your ho-dog will be safe," Ivy said a little dryly before wandering across the greenhouse, away from Jeffrey and all the rest of the named plants (thanks to Harley and Poe) and toward a spot that was mostly empty. "Oregano, Parsley, Mint. None of them will hurt your animal."
It'd be easy to gather things up for him, to put a few seeds and sprouts into a planter and have him be on his way. It would also be easy to just have the stuff growing immediately with a little push but -- well. He came here looking for a hobby. He could cultivate it on his own.
Ivy paused at the question, rose an eyebrow at him before gesturing to his hair. "Bad dye job or bad friends who won't tell you the truth?" It didn't really look bad, but it conveyed her point; rude followed by mind your own.