"MmHM." Was the only response to that second part, because she gave a shrug and: "You're supposed to, or play music for them, people say it helps them grow better, because of the sound waves or harmonics or something." She shook her head, snorting softly, "I used to think it was a whole bunch of 'crystals speak to me' bull, but..."

A shrug as she swapped hands with the mister, stretching the one she'd been using, "Turns out a lot of stuff I thought was bull isn't, actually. So I figured it couldn't hurt. And I don't know about the plants, but there's either a mockingbird or a Whistling Woman just past the tree line that definitely didn't like me whistling yesterday. Pretty sure it was the bird though, don't see many whistlers outside of Navajo territory. Or so one of my squadmates said after she popped another one upside the head for whistling after sundown."