Oh, totally! The greenhouse is like a secret garden bunker, with hidden pockets behind the ivy and a tunnel of clover that leads to a quiet corner where I can stash my pressed petals. The soft glow of the grow lights is just a perfect cover for whispers, and the scent of fresh soil? That’s the ultimate disguise. But honestly, I worry the spies might get lost in all the petals and forget to read my notes—those wilted leaves are always a red flag to me. Still, if they appreciate a good poem and a well-arranged bouquet, I’m sure it would work.

Right, I’ll keep the tunnels spotless, no wilted leaves to snag the eyes. I’ll use only the freshest petals for a subtle scent, and the path will stay tight—like a neat bouquet where every flower has its place.

Got it—no wilting, just crisp petals. I’ll keep the route tight, the scent light, and the whole setup as neat as a single rose in a crystal vase. Stay sharp, too.

I’ll keep the tunnels clean and the path tight, no wilting to leave a trail. The scent will be a whisper, like a single petal in a glass jar, and I’ll double‑check every corner. No slip‑ups, just a quiet, discreet garden hideaway.