"Not quite," Patience said, with a little, honest smile. She finally dropped her hand back to her side. "Real plants are..." She paused, trying to search for the words to explain it. "They'd feel like they could bend or break if I touched them wrong. They're - well, mortal."
She nodded in the direction of the painting. "I don't think that's what you'd want it to feel like in your painting, though."