Thor's head bobs up from behind the hedge at the sound of Tony's voice. "They are, aren't they? I didn't plant them, they were here before I got here, but I do like caring for them."

With a flick of the wrist, a tiny little raincloud forms right in the space Thor directed, raining a cool shower on the roses Tony molested. Thor's hands are filthy with grime and dirt, and he could just as well manifest another raincloud for hygienic purposes, but since his hands are about to find themselves back in the dirt soon enough, there's no real purpose for it.

"Her name is Saga, by the way." Thor nods a head towards the bush, then brushes his brow free of sweat with the back of his arm.