The next day, the caretaker comes in. He's an older man looking like he's been about the place awhile. He waters some plants along the way, particularly ones that don't seem to get enough from automatic irrigation systems he fidgets with as well. He stops by other plants and gives them fresh fertilizers and plant foods.
One look at the new tree in the house, and he chuckles softly, "Looks like someone wandered in where they weren't spose'ta and even ate somethin' that didn't need eatin'..." He sets up an irrigation hose with little difficulty at your roots and places fertilizer underneath and on top of the hose, "That's about all I can do fer ya. I don't believe I can do anything about the predicament you're in, but I have a sneakin' suspicion you don't wan'inny help. I'll see ya later!"