Alvin had to strain to look over his shoulder, upward at whatever it was Sisse was indicating. Keeping himself steady was starting to cause an ache in his legs and he tried to give Sisse as much space as he could, but she was practically sandwiched between him and the bench and he was determined not to think too hard about it. It did not escape Alvin's notice that she was indeed no longer the little girl who had visited his house and chattered away with his little sister. Now was not the time to think about it either.

The plant that floated above them was a little foreign to him, and certainly out of place just hovering there above them. He hadn't remembered encountering it in any of his recent visits to the greenhouse so he sort of stood there, stumped. "What is it?" Alvin, despite working with trees for his adult life, wasn't very good at plant identification, even on the best of days and under a Potts' woman's tutelage.