Stove was a very competitive plant. Seeing his "wife" swoon over Su Qinglan's green energy made his leaves curl with a desperate need to prove himself.
He didn't want to be just the powerful one or the plant who brought roasted meat; he wanted to be a romantic provider of the Great Green Light too!
He straightened his main stem, puffed out his chest, and began to concentrate with every fiber of his cellulose.
His leaves started to tremble, and a low, grunting sound vibrated through his vines. He was digging deep into his core, trying to mimic the way Su Qinglan moved her energy.
The little flower plant watched him with wide, curious petals. "Is the Monster Plant actually going to do something spiritual?" she wondered, leaning forward slightly.
After a long minute of intense shivering, a tiny, flickering spark of green light finally appeared on the very tip of Stove's topmost leaf. It was small...about the size of a grain of sand, but it was definitely there!
