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Harin knows he’s out of his depth the second he walks into the store, and realizes the extent of his knowledge about plants is the ability to classify things as tree, not a tree, and flower. It’s kind of a sad realization to arrive at now, since none of the cute signs pointing out the layout of the store have any of those words on them — so he gives a quick greeting to the shop assistant, and begins the start of an aimless shuffle past the neat rows of potted friends, hoping something’s going to catch his eye.
What actually ends up happening, though, is something catches his ear.
At first, Harin thinks someone is trying to talk to him, but the voice is a little quiet. When he looks up, there’s only a girl standing a little too far away from him for the words to be meant for him — maybe she’s talking on her phone? Ah, well, it’s clearly not meant for him, and he shakes his head, laughing at himself for his self-centered assumption.
Harin’s attention drifts back to the plant in front of him, some odd thing with long tendrils spilling over the edge of the pot, when he hears the girl’s voice again. He can’t help but glance up again, and this time … wait. She’s … did she just … it kind of looked like she was talking to the plant just now, if he’s not mistaken.
Huh.
Well, maybe that’s the way to get insights on which plant to buy? Harin raises an eyebrow, but curiosity has gotten the better of him — it’s somewhere between amusing and cute, he decides, that she’s in here trying to strike up a conversation with a succulent.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” he says, feeling very much like he’s interrupting as he takes a curious step closer. “Do they ever talk back?”















