“They reached the garden, and Beryl turned to him. “Is it safe for him to play on his own here?” “Define safe.” “No dog-eating plants, he can’t open the doors and run away, that sort of thing.” “I can disable to the motion-sensing feature on the entrance,” Zylar said, doing so as he offered. “And there are no aggressive botanical lifeforms cultivated here. Those are contained in the secure greeneries.” Beryl’s eyes widened. “You’re growing attack petunias somewhere?” “I don’t understand.” “Never mind.” She knelt and put her hands on Snaps’s face, so the fur-person had to look at her. “Don’t eat anything in here. You understand? It might make you sick.” “Eat nothing. Smell everything. I got it!” Snaps said. “Can I dig?” “It’s probably fine. Just don’t hurt the plants.” She pulled the cord off him, setting him free to explore, while Zylar tried to understand why Snaps wanted to dig. “I have nothing to bury,” Snaps said sadly, then he bounded off.”