Well if you care about it enough to get someone to weed it then it's kinda your garden. Actually a park is like everyone's garden, isn't it?

[Sola's got weird ideas.

He definitely brings a bunch of mandrake roots the next time. It seems as if the one day without being screamed at by plants was the plants regrouping. Sola actually doesn't even show up until mid-afternoon, having passed out from one that had gotten behind him even before he put in his ear plugs.

They were ready for him. But he managed anyway, so here he is park girl, looking significantly worse for the wear.]

Here's the roots.