There's an irrigation system in place, but it's a shoddy-looking thing made of pvc pipe and plastic bags and other trash, and while it works fairly well, it would probably end up on somebody's clean-up list if Balthazar didn't keep the other gardeners informed.

In early morning, a tall, scarecrow figure of a man comes to check on it, making sure the little holes along the pipe are unblocked, and none of the connections have gotten knocked loose. It might require less maintenance if it wasn't essentially made from garbage. He darts curious glances at the woman with the glowing hands, but he's hesitant to interrupt. Whenever she looks up, though, he gives a friendly smile and a tip of his cap.