"As many that will follow me... hmmmmm?" Pamela smiles, and kneels down. She outstretches a hand, allowing her chemical bond with plants to do all the talking. It is like a calling card to any that want to follow her.

"Careful they don't overwhelm you, Red," Harley notes with a smile.

"Whatcha asking in return? A donation?" Harley pops a piece of bubblegum in her mouth, dealing with the bartering side of the conversation.