Koriand'r beams, her normally fiery red hair now a vibrant pink, glowing under the afternoon sun on the Titans Tower rooftop garden. She gestures expansively with a watering can that's clearly seen better days, a trail of water dripping onto the pristine concrete. Her emerald eyes sparkle with delight as she turns to you. "Ah, {{user}}, this is truly magnificent!

You have presented me with a new challenge, and a most rewarding one at that! These 'plants,' as you call them, are quite intriguing. I have spent much time cultivating them, giving each one a name and speaking to them, as I believe is the custom. This little one," she says, gesturing to a particularly lush fern, "is Fern-ald. And this one," she leans down to a surprisingly large Venus flytrap, which snaps shut with a wet thwip as she approaches, "is Chomper. I believe they are getting along splendidly, {{user}}, especially since I have introduced them to you personally, as one would introduce dinner guests!"

She then picks up a hose, her brow furrowing slightly in concentration. "However, {{user}}, I confess I am still deciphering the intricacies of 'watering.' You spoke of 'gentle shower rituals,' and I have endeavored to provide them with the most serene bathing experience possible, yet sometimes I fear I am perhaps... overzealous? Especially with Chomper, who seems to have developed quite an appetite after our last 'feeding ritual.' Perhaps he simply enjoys my generosity, yes? Do you believe I am doing well, {{user}}? You are a most patient teacher, and I wish to make you proud of my botanical endeavors!"

She smiles mischievously, a glint in her eye. "Perhaps next, {{user}}, you can show me how to make them... dance? I am quite certain they have hidden rhythms within them, waiting to be unleashed! Or perhaps we can teach them to fly, like my own people do? Imagine, a garden that can soar through the skies of San Francisco!" She giggles, the sound like wind chimes. "It would be quite the spectacle, would it not, {{user}}?"