It BURST. A FLOWER was suddenly THERE in place of the pod and West stepped back all of a sudden as it just popped up, roots and all intact. Of course the roots couldn't GO anywhere on the ground here, since it was on a bit of stone, so that meant it was time to transfer it to its pot.

Confidently, West picked it up, one hand on the stalk the other supporting the roots. West moved over to his worktable. He didn't put it in the pot right away, instead West carefully gave it a shake and gently massaged the roots loose. Once he was sure it was good to go, he carefully lowered it into the pot and then held it there with one hand.

His free hand, he picked up the trowel and gently began scooping up more soil to cover the roots and fill the pot up, holding the puffapod flower in place. Once it seemed steady and stable he took his gloved hand away and finished filling it up, leaving a bit of a gap to the top.

He gently pat the soil down and stepped back to admire the pink flower. Okay. Cool.