"Absolutely not!" Comes her horrified reply. Peda is, as Peda is wont, trying to help by stamping down the overgrowth. So far as she could reckon in her tea-deprived fog, none of their grass-type pokemon would simply grow a patch of grass for spite, and she is also fairly sure that all of them are sleeping or in their balls.

"All, all of this just sprung up when I was trying to make tea!" She might cry, she really might, this is not what one expects to deal with when trying to make one's spouse their breakfast. Burnt bacon, yes. But growing a small garden around one's feet? No.