"Mm. It is." He agreed, carving out space for his little transplant into the new pot. "It's so temperate here. Gives you the opportunity to develop delicate specimens. All of our plants in Clovenne have to be hardy, stubborn little things. Crocus, Snowdrops, Aconite...that sort of thing." Beau tossed head slightly to get a lock of hair out of his eyes. He carefully brushed in the soil around the root of the baby orchid. "What do you grow?"