On first impressions, Senjen had a feeling like stepping back in time when entering the bounds of the shrub. Or perhaps into a storybook. This little slice of nature took them out of the city completely, and brought them to somewhere he had never been before. For a few moments, he just had his eyes on the rustic shack that would not look out of place in a museum of ancient history, until one of the Tekeri approached them directly. 

“I think we were looking to compete.” Senjen answered, briefly glancing to the others for confirmation. He had come to have an appreciation for nature, but he could not say he had actually done anything like this before. Ruk had sent him plenty of literature on gardening and such, and he had actually read it all, but living out of a ship in a paved-over lot, he had never actually had an opportunity to put it into practice beyond a few small “house” plants on the ship. “What are the rules like? Can we work together, or do we all work alone?” He asked.