"You remember that big calathea you gave me a little while ago? I'm very sorry to report that I think she's dying," Auggie admitted with a sheepish half-smile as he extended his chopsticks to grab another dumpling.
It hadn't been for lack of trying; Auggie had given it a lot indirect sunlight and kept to a strict watering schedule, as instructed, but the leaves were still starting to pale and then brown anyway.
"Any chance you can come over to diagnose and tell me if I need to let it go? I'll need to replace it quickly to keep Rose from having a meltdown about it."