At first it was just one fern resting pleasantly on the windowsill. The fern had been there for a long time now, silently watching over the house.
The fern heard an energetic conversation, filled with giggles and exasperation, when they were first brought to the windowsill. The fern had been taking in sunbeams.
"I'm going to name the fern Luigi."
"Oh my God."
"Hey, hey, don't give me that look! Look at the leaves! Don't they look like his mustache?"
When a fern receives a name, that's all they need. A fern is the name received.
But it was nice to get indulgences.
Luigi had received a pine green ribbon, tied around the pot. The fern figured it had something to do with the namesake.
The sunbeams were nourishing and the water plentiful.
And one day, there was a new fern placed alongside Luigi. This new fern had an orange ribbon tied around the pot.
"You named the fern Daisy?"
"Well, you did say it would be cute."
"True."
In any case, it was nice to have a companion. Sunbeams, water, voices that spoke daily and another fern.
Can't speak, can't move
But happy.