[attr="class","sunshine"]It's amazing how different one cave can be than another. How one can feel so comforting, so comfortable, and another can be so . . . not. Though maybe that's not as insightful a thought as Plank hopes it is.

She is, after all, quite literally living out of the other cave here. And this one is cold as tits in winter.

How it's this cold she doesn't know. The outside is tropical bliss like most of Hoenn, but through the ground there's just this open door on the fridge kind of chill creeping up. It settles in her bare legs and makes her fingertips tingle. It sucks. Whatever, she's not here for a pleasure tour.

"Take these, plant them somewhere, doesn't matter where," Plank speaks in an intentionally grating, wheedling voice. Some kind of experimental crop and for whatever reason someone thought she'd be a good pick to try it. Sure she has a garden, but Wright does all the work there. Maybe she should have planted them there?

Whatever, too late now. She's not going to come here for fucking nothing.

"Cirri, can ya put those hands to some use and dig up a patch for me here?" she asks her Barbaracle a little behind her. The pokemon quickly plods up next to her before following her pointing finger with her eyes.