The alien purred, delighted for conversation. After working for so long on this building and avoiding the crew at large, any sort of interaction made Aeneas feel immeasurably more complete on some odd, subconscious level.

“Neither did I, but with the river and a few bags of soil, it appears that Stacy radiates enough energy to support plant growth and photosynthesis,” the creature trilled intelligently, tracing back his lessons with Drake on agriculture, “…Quite a lot, actually.”