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PARKER
Parker steps around Hardison to hover by the corner of her desk, limp plant between them.
He whistles low, prodding it with a long finger and a frown.
"You watered it?"
Her face pinches. "Never had a plant before; how often do they need it?"
Dark incredulous eyes roll around to her. "Depends on the kind of plant. This one, every other day."
She shrugs, glancing away. "Seems like a lot of care for just a plant."
"Well, this poor thing's going to require lotsa TLC."
Parker finds she wants to smile at tall, skinny Hardison cooing over her plant.
