Don't get him wrong, the garden was plenty peaceful enough, but Millennial Tree found himself closely inspecting everything that grew inside of it, sporting a frown each time he saw a wilting bud or leaf. He calmly walked around, otherwise enjoying the pampered and well-cared-for plants, stopping in his tracks when his sights fell upon a rotting bush. With a silent sigh, the illegal mafia head stood merely sadly eyeing it for a few moments before walking away in search of someone who could prevent the sickly plant from getting any worse. Where was Herb at this hour?... Right, most likely with Sparkling at the bar he worked at, which is exactly where he made a beeline towards. Hey, he deeply loved the plants there much like he loved his own son as weird as it could be viewed, and, considering only select people knew his face from a business standpoint, the nature-lover decided this was the quickest way to fix the issue at hand. Showing his ID to Fire once he arrived, much as one would, he swiftly slid his way over to the bar.