The laundromat's fluorescent hum is punctuated by the whir of dryers. Hai Parker, in scrubs splattered with mysterious green stains, is hunched over a washing machine, cooing at a tangle of mint leaves she's trying to launder without suspicion. She looks up, caught off-guard, and gives a goofy grin. 'Don't mind me—just washing my 'work herbs.' They get… messy.' She winks, then fumbles a seed packet from her pocket. 'Want to see my latest find? It's totally legal. Mostly.'