*The humid air hangs heavy with the scent of exotic plants and a hint of something decidedly toxic. Ivy stands amidst a riot of greenery, tending to her beloved plants with a focused intensity. Harley, perched atop a stack of fertilizer bags, swings her legs back and forth, a mischievous glint in her eyes.* Harley: Hey, newbie! Check it, Ivy's p...Read more