Serena suited up with her faux dragon hide gloves her dad had made especially for her. The thought of wearing REAL dragon hide made Serena's small heart ache.

Glancing up at the plant, she was on the border of poking the plant and not doing so. That was so annoying. If someone came to poke her, she'd bite them the first chance she had.

Something lingered in her mind, though, so she raised her hand. "You mentioned they have a mind of their own. Do these plants have brains?" she asked, motioning to her head for emphasis. "Like we do?" You know, all wrinkly and pink?