Gen was definitely on constant labour duty. They had an understanding.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Senku asked rather bluntly, looking at the bouquet with a critical eye. Then he snorted.

"I do need data, and I suspect I will have no trouble at all getting you to do magic for me."

He added his most dangerous looking smirk at that and idly started dismantling the bouquet, a bouquet was useless to him, but he could weave the flowers into something else.