It's not Andromeda's hydroponics garden that spans multiple decks, a single giant tree reaching up towards the ceiling and inspiring amazement in anyone who sees it, but the arboretum on the Enterprise is green and welcoming. It might be less spectacular than the combined efforts of Trance, Andromeda, and her previous ESOs, but it still smells like a garden and looks like a garden. It even has grass that crushes under the tread of his boots, leaving a trail of prints behind him until the bent blades slowly right themselves.

It's good for the sake of the crew -- and on the Enterprise, the guests -- of a starship that rarely makes port to have the chance to be surrounded by something vibrant and alive like this.

None of them more than this gardener's son from Tarn-Vedra.

There's a reason the crew of the Andromeda has always tended to gravitate towards the hydroponics garden. And why it was where he set up the basketball court. (Which he does think would be a good addition here, but this is Picard's court and Picard's rules.)

He's strolling past a flowering plant that wouldn't look out of place in Trance's gardens when the girl standing next to it speaks.

He gives her an apologetic smile after studying the thing for a moment. As he'd expected, it's definitely nothing he knows.

"I don't think I'm the right person to help you with that on," he says. "Sorry. If this were my ship I'd probably be able to tell you."

Maybe even if this were his universe. He'd learned a lot about the Imperial Gardens once upon a time, in the time that's now simultaneously his past and future.