"My fanged ivy is out there," he explains, "toward the riverbank. And one of my bloodworts -- those are the ones with the red bulbs." He pulls his hands from the dough, hissing quietly as he flexes his fingers. "As long as they still look healthy, they're fine. They don't require as much pruning as the paw plants and the coiler."

Nothing requires as much pruning as the coiler, though. If he let that go for more than a week, it'd be all over the apartment, the cold be damned.