"I thought half of them were mine," Baze calls back, clearly teasing again. He rolls up his sleeves, ending up elbow-deep in dirt and moss. "I'll be drinking half the tea they produce, in any event. I can't let you have all the fun."

Baze is a terrible liar. They both know all the plants are Chirrut's.

"In all seriousness, I don't mind helping out, but these plants are yours. And that's good! You need something to care for. I was tempted to get you a pet or two until you started planting."