Avalon was struggling with a particularly touchy vine. She had just finished repairing a window, but the vine had started to crawl up it again immediately, tangling itself as it grew. She tried to gently coax it back down, but it only wrapped around her wrist, squeezing rather hard. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, trying to pry the twisting vine off her arm. It grabbed her other hand. Avalon tickled the underside of it with her fingers. The vine shook and unlatched itself. "Thank you for finally cooperating," Avalon said, patting the vine as if it were a puppy. "That's a good vine!"

On to the next one. She approached a tangled mess of vines growing out of a broken pot. Rolling up her sleeves, she prepared to begin. Maybe this one would be nicer to her....