Chirrut giggles, pleased that he amused Baze. It takes several trips to move all of the tiny plants from their shadehouse home to their new place on the long shelves, but it's pleasant work. He goes to bring over the bin of soil as well. He may have spent a fair majority of his life scrubbing stonework, but he doesn't want to do it now if he doesn't have to.

"I may have to move a plant or two back into our rooms - I find I miss having a plant to say good morning to."

Because, you know, he doesn't come down here and say good morning to these plants. Every morning. Before breakfast.