[ those words make him smile. if they are poisonous and kill him, isn't that part of the fun? though he doesn't think he will die that easily, it seems like fate will not let him. even here... in this half-lost purgatory.

the flowers are not well planed but it will do. who cares in the end? he's not going to chastise his companion for his lack of affinity for horticulture. ]

Of course, I'd happily die for a good cup of tea.

[ because he's so normal like this. i'm sorry. ]

Though some would argue we do owe them, given we are sleeping under their roofs for now.