Background:

Back in the crooked greenhouse he called home, Bean Sprout spent his days naming worms, overwatering plants, and casually snacking on handfuls of dirt like trail mix. Whether he was organizing secret seed swaps or trying to photosynthesize through cloud cover, Sprout always did things his own weird way. Some say he once ate an entire potted plant “just to see if it would grow inside him.” Now a resident of Dumplingville, Bean Sprout hasn’t changed a bit. He still talks to compost like it’s a roommate, insists dirt has flavor profiles, and believes every sidewalk crack is just a garden waiting to happen.