Her enthusiasm is catching, Persephone smiling with her and letting herself be dragged over to the plant. It's almost familiar, almost, in the way it looks. Sort of like orchids, like the crystal flowers look sort of like calla lilies. Of course, there's as many types of orchids as there are gods in Olympus. Maybe more.

"Oh--oh so it is like an orchid. Doesn't latch into earth." Persephone kneels beside it, ghosting her fingers over the stem, down to the long roots, "Does it need water?"