The vine just feels like a vine, young but sturdy. Bulbasaur continues to curiously poke at Baymax with the vine.

"I've only had it for a few weeks. Grass types normally like to be out in nature, but that's not possible at this time of year." Sam shifts Bulbasaur in his arms to keep hold of it. "Most Pokemon like to be petted, though! Right, Bulbasaur?" He manages to spare a hand to rub Bulbasaur's head, and Bulbasaur leans into the petting, making happy "Bulba, bulba" sounds.