"Oh, hm," Winter says, gawking straight up at familiar plants, now alien because of their size. Several emotions cycle over her features in rapid succession as she twists her neck this way and that trying to take everything in, the expressions too subtle and too quick moving to be easily definable from a glance. "Gotta find the important item in the memory, sets the p-person...or cat free."

Her lips part slightly when she spies Ms. Treetops bent over her garden, and then, Pepsi, the indefatigable troublemaker, stock still with her little paws outstretched. Winter takes a few cautious steps forward, mindful that any one of these plants could be the wrong type, but knowing that those cacti are where the four of them need to get. "Tell yinz a s-secret?" she asks, then goes on without pause, "Ms. Treetops loves that little green cat."