Vinnie raised a brow at the mention of the flower, but didn't comment on the reasoning behind the choice of extremely sweet Berries and delicate pink blossoms - the exact same he'd seen Bulba tending to in his personal time.

"If you're gunnin' for anemone, some've them take this kinda soil better than others. They usually prefer loam - Berries, too - but they can tough it out," he told the Charizard as he bent down to pull out a few more tragic sprouts from the ground. Once he had gathered a handful, the Venusaur set them aside in a small pile and glanced at the Fire Type. "Help me pull out the rest've these an' they can get added t'the school compost." That was easy enough for him to not screw up, right?

Char's request, however, was pointedly unanswered. At this point, it wasn't hard to figure out the Why - but the Grass Type had his brows furrowed in contemplation as he wondered if it was just better to go on pretending he hadn't figured it out. After all, agreeing to do all this meant putting aside the divisive nature of their teams and focusing on his job as a Venusaur. Bringing up Bulba, even as a passing remark, seemed counterproductive to that. At the same time, however, keeping anything secret in the greenhouse very much concerned Bulba - they were both technically its caretakers. And the size of this secret would be considerable.