"Arm the greenhouse. Or get them to wind together and then have that be armed, whichever works," Rocket said with a shrug. "I could probably make guns that small, but not like they'd have much punch. Plus these guys are light enough that they probably can't do recoil."

Recoil was a problem Rocket was all too familiar with. It came with the territory of firing guns as big (or bigger) than you were.

One of the flowers-the one that had been doing the poking around earlier-opted to start skittering its way over towards Sam, wiggling its petals at him.