"Yes yes, but where would I put them!" Persephone comes back to her main frustration here, holding her hands up to the sky and the roses above her. Maybe she should switch them out for cucumbers or some other trellis growing vegetable. But no, people like them, they have since she got here and made them. She drops her shoulders, face screwed up in minor annoyance.

"I am quickly running out of space for my projects, let alone anyone else's. We have the weirdest mix of things in this greenhouse."