[He haaates this. Briefly curls a paw, imagining pruning shears in paws that are larger than his own, some of the fur speckled with gray. Tries to blink the image away.]

I can work off seeds. Cuttings. Pretty much anything that can take root.

Once you get past that part, the hardest part is the equipment.

[It'd taken maintenance. Cannibalizing parts of his section of the Crimson Light to keep the systems going and build new ones when the ship's original hydroponics broke down. It hadn't been meant to last decades and decades without replacement.]

We'd need substrate. Net pots or something like them. Even if we go without racks and positive-flow and use a deep water system, we'd need tanks.

But we may have to do it. This place is wrecked. There's nobody around - except for hostile aliens, I guess. We have no idea how long we'll be stuck here - the longer we have to scavenge, the farther we'll have to go to find stuff. [He hadn't seen a whole lot of food while running around.] And I bet there's plenty of other stuff that'll try to kill us before we figure out a way out of here.

It takes time to set up. We should probably prioritize it as a backup in case we get stuck here so something's growing before we really need it.