Rose has to try not to raise an eyebrow at that. She doesn't believe for a second in miracles, but she also isn't striving to seem rude. "Perhaps the existence of life in general could be considered such. I believe a human creating life with their own hands, however, falls more under the umbrella of science. Intentional, or otherwise."

She reaches his little plot and stoops to examine the bulbs. Then, she politely thrusts out a hand. "My name is Rose."