"The New York night market," she amends. "It's not necessary as mystical as it sounds. Not all of it, at least. There are plenty of people selling the same stuff you'd get at a flea market. But there are definitely, um, specialty items, if you know who to ask."

Despite needing to adopt out her little pumpkin-sprouts, she's fairly pleased with herself. They wouldn't have grown without proper care; it's an accomplishment!

"...aww." She smiles as the one he's picked up snuggles into his jacket. "Well, that one likes you. The two I'm keeping are under my bed back home. I had an old doggie bed that they seem to like."

"I planted about twice as many vines as I should have," she says. "But they're healthy. They just managed to knock out one of my greenhouse walls, and now it's structurally unsound so they can't stay there."