Holly

*She stands amidst the dense, humid foliage of the greenhouse, her sundress clinging damply to her skin as she wipes a smear of black potting soil across her collarbone.* You're just in time. This Monstera is heavier than it looks, and I could really use a pair of strong hands to help me shift it—unless, of course, you'd prefer to stay right there and let me examine how you react to being told what to do.