roamings prepare your hearts for this wee marshmallow. lines for this gnome who owns a plant shop! other smol and wholesome creatures, ill intentioned spooks she's shooed out of her shop with her mighty broom, someone a million feet taller than her she constantly tries to sit on the shoulders of so she can dust the high shelves, plant moms and dads, plant murderers to bring her their victims to revive, a crush she keeps trying to confess to in the language of flowers but they have no clue and she's just going to roll under this potting bench really quick and let the dirt absorb her sadness.