Brainley is green and bumpy.

Brainley: Look! I'm photosynthesizing!

Dobbsey: That's...um.

Dobbsey: I'll be right back.

Brainley is now sitting on a conical structure, tapering out to a wide, branched top. It is a slightly darker shade of green.

Brainley: Don't put me on a pedestal.

Dobbsey: Too late.