The teen shrugged. "I suppose so," he said, moving onto the next plant. "Maybe they've got some kind of point system about who does what and maybe we get special privileges during the day or something."

He paused. "Nah. That'd be, like, normal. Heaven forbid there be normalcy. At least the food is good and there is plenty of eyecandy."

Glancing up, he assessed Brooklyn. "You got a chick back home?"