"Maybe cherry? Or a citrus." Persephone clicks her tongue and decides for something she'd seen recently, cherries. The island world had been full of them, draped over hot springs. If she just--rearranges it a little, it should be fine.

"Cherry, I forget what all the one kid is allergic to but I don't think cherries on the list."

She hopes. Persephone eyes the space, turning up to the lights above, surrounded by roses and back to the rough spot in the dirt. Okay here goes nothing. She presses her hands to the dirt and a pink fizzing glow surrounds them. Between her hands, a tree starts slowly up. She has to have control, not let it shoot up and get out of hand, and she has to shape it at the same time. It's a test of skill that she's really hoping she can manage.