Persephone had slept in today, a blissful rare occurrence that involves ignoring the sudden wakefulness and burying under a blanket until the room cleared. Which is why she's still in pajamas at this late hour, hair mussed from sleep, blinking in the bright light of the greenhouse.

Well, her and a good handful of beings. In every corner was evidence of growth, every plant in its prime, the branches weighed heavy with vegetables and fruit. Huh. Persephone slapped her cheeks. Nope, awake.

"Did I do this?" She frowns, floating over to the tomato beside Hecate. She had been several train cars away but... She guesses it's not impossible? Others have control over plants, but none quite so much as her.

"If it was me, what was I dreaming about?"