True, the legendary Saint George captured the greedy dragon and freed the fair maiden from its jaws, but he also wouldn’t kill the dragon and free the town it held captive until they all converted to Christianity... at least in some versions. The old carrot and the stick approach that He loves so much. Does make one wonder about the nature of protection. Do you accept the mob-boss protection of a God that makes you pay for it? Is it worth your soul? Worth turning your back on your ancestors and their old Gods? And can He be trusted? I can't say I ever understood the appeal of such compromised assurances.
BUT THEN I've always been good at taking care of myself. And my deal with the Devil was on fair terms, agreed upon by both parties. Contracted, not extorted.
This plant, given over to St. George, was a little troublesome at first, but after some trial and error* I've discovered a way to usurp it for the dark side. Swing the balance in favor of the dragon and leave old George out in the bright cold.
Eat the Princess.