There had been a time when Stinger had been a young commander in the Legion, that he'd been content to live in an elegant world of glass and steel, spending most of his time on space ships and transports, or else in battle. But over the last fifteen years, living in rural Illinois, amidst corn fields and wildflowers, he'd grown accustomed to having plants and flowers around. (And the hive, though he knew that would be a bit more difficult in this tower.
But hearing that someone had a garden, well, it made his wings flutter in anticipation and he knocked on the door to Samwise's apartment.