[There's no pretending that's not a real concern. For Ivy, that's the part that feels the most like prison, and it has her itchy. Even in Arkham, there'd still been plants outside]

There's some possibilities. I'm more concerned with how to grow it. Soil with any natural biome is going to be hard to come by, and I'm not sure yet if there's the resources for hydroponics—

[Look, she was joking, but she was only kind of joking.]

I'll have to get a more thorough inventory of the lab supply. There's definitely some components for fertilizer, so that's a start.

[She groans a little, her affect still characteristically flat, but with real frustration. She's not spiralling. Yet.]

There has to be someone growing weed on this overgrown Tesla.