[ Amos doesn't bring up space life too often with her, so she looks up at him with curiosity when he does. When he puts it that way, it makes sense that there's something, magic or technology, that allows the plants to thrive. By this point, technology impresses her far more than magic, so she thinks it must be magic.

Would she like to take a flower back? She considers the blooms again, considers the hostility of the people just now, and thinks that she doesn't know when she'll be able to come back. Maybe soon, maybe never. ]

I think that's a good idea.

[ She can show it to everyone at the house. A splash of color among four people who seem allergic to anything but monochrome. ]

You can pick things for yourself too, if you like. [ She points. ] Those are cooking herbs. And the tomatoes should be ready soon. Oh, I can write down their watering schedules for you...

[ She whips out a little notebook and a pen (fountain) and begins to write away. Neatly, a simple doodle of each plant, followed by the name and care instructions. There are aren't more than a dozen types of plants, but because she's trying to be thorough, it may take more than a moment. ]