Ziggy considered it the best part of her powers, helping a plant to grow. Especially when it was something that benefited her in the end. After all, plants main function, as dictated by the human species, was to benefit them by giving off oxygen — or being manipulated for the intent of medical purposes.
With that said, Ziggy dug for her stash of green seeds from the old batch, hidden between her mattress and the bed spring where she refused to press her body. The mason jar that held the pot was inwardly decorated with dryer sheets; preventing the scent to escape, as well as to censor the contents. Although growing and depriving the plant would enhance her headache, the outcome would help as the THC acts as a pain reliever.
Not exactly sure when her roommate, Alaska, planned on returning, Ziggy was somewhat nervous to risk being caught with the illegal substance. However, she needed something to mellow out. After all, Alaska is pretty relaxed anyway, Ziggy was sure being caught wouldn’t result in a dramatic ordeal; she sometimes even wondered if Alaska smoked, too. With that consideration crossing her mind, she hoped that the other girl smoked so she didn’t have to smoke alone.
Juggling the mason jar in her hands, she gave herself time for preparation in order to provide leaves.