"What's the matter?" Seymour asked cocking his head to the side. "I moved you to a bigger pot. You should be doing better."

Seymour ducked so he was level with the potted fern on the shop counter.

"What can I do to help? Potash? Minerals? Do you want water?"

Behind him he heard the swinging door open and froze with embarrassment. He talked to plants all the time, they'd listen. But he was often alone. He had forgotten he wasn't.

Slowly he turned around. Audrey stood in the doorway holding a rather large arrangement in her hands. Had she heard? Seymour fumbled with his nails and looked down, biting his lip. Audrey stepped on the opposite side of the counter and placed the arrangement on a shelf.

"What'd it say?" she asked.

"Huh?"

Audrey turned around. She was smiling with affection as opposed to mocking. "Does it want more wata'?"

Seymour's jaw dropped slightly and he blushed like a rose.

"It is looking a little dry," she commented stepping toward the potted plant and running her finger along a leaf. "Poor thing." She looked back up at him still smiling. "Wata'?"

"Uhh yeah I think so." He didn't know what else to say.

Audrey fished the watering can out from under the counter and retreated to the back room to fill it. She returned a moment later and began to slowly shower the fern.

"There ya go little guy. I bet that feels betta'."

A wide smile grew on Seymour's face.