Elliott glanced around, able to pick out a few varieties, although not all of them.

"Not really. This place has a different climate than New York. Even if I had a garden, I don't know how it would fare."

He shrugged. "And it's not that I ever dreamed of being a prince, but that.. well, I guess my past life was supposed to be one. But that kingdom fell shortly after I was born so it never happened. Raised in a... quaint village in the mountains instead. Still, made me wonder what it would have been like in those sorts of times."