Entering this laboratory you are greeted by the smell of freshly brewed tea and an assortment of plants. Looking around you realize you set foot into what appears more like a small jungle of lush greenery rather than a laboratory. Branches curve along the ceiling and there seems to be movement in the leaves. Only the papers lying around and numerous cups of old tea are a sign for somebody to actually work here. As you stand idle an Avka Felo seizes the opportunity and rubs against your legs repeatedly. Also, can you see movement in those branches?