Harvesting some of the wall-veggies for the menu meant some chlorophyll smudging was inevitable. She couldn't help it! *dramatic sob*

"It is, isn't it? Maybe I could have a skylight put in, keep up the planters," Lacey mused, tapping a finger (also slightly green-smudged) against her lips. "How much more local could the produce get? How are things, Angua? Trooper-related headaches today?"