[For Sean]

[formerlysiryn]

The first plant had lived a touch longer than Terry had expected, though she hadn't the motivation to replace it until recently. It tried hard to survive with the cup of water she fed it every now and then, but it's only been in the past month or so that she's cared to do something other than spend time on the couch, eating take out and watching television with her father. She'd wanted the comfort of his company and cared little for anything else, including the poor plant.

Terry stares at it now, all but one small branch of it wilted and dried out, the last few leaves stubbornly clinging to life. "I'm sorry about this," she tells it as she picks up the pot and heads into the kitchen where the new plant she'd picked up is sitting on a counter.

"This one is supposed to be unkillable," she calls out to Sean, wherever he'd disappeared to. "If ye somehow manage to kill this one too then yer a lost cause, da."

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[tasteofneedles]

"I could've told ye that before ye went and spent yer money," Sean calls back from the room he likes to call his office. Others might go with 'that closet with a desk in it covered in junk', but others can stuff it, as far as he's concerned. "Yer cousin was always the one wi' the green thumb, I dinnae ken why ye keep tryin' to foist this stuff on me."

For all his protests, however, he's just happy to see her up and about on the regular again after so long (not that he hasn't enjoyed her company, of course, even if it made him reluctant to keep up his little side jobs for the duration). Finally, things can pick up for them both again, he thinks, making a note of all the phone calls he needs to make later and tossing his contact book into an open drawer to head out and see what the hell she's bought him this time.

"It's awful big, innit?"

[formerlysiryn]

Terry makes a dismissive sound as she de-pots the poor old, dead plant, carefully putting it in a trash bag with as little mess as possible. "I dinnae think Uncle Tom actually cared for plants so much as he turned into one."

It was odd to think of Tom now, with so much time since she last saw him. Her feelings for him have almost begun to circle back around to fondness, anger and fear slowly wearing away as she realized there weren't many Cassidys of County Mayo left in the world. (That would most likely change if she were ever to see him again, but for now...he was one of the only two family members she had left.)

"It's not that big," she says, stepping back. With the plant on the counter it's just as tall as she is, but the more green she could put in the apartment, the better. "And it's not like ye haven't got anywhere to put it."

[tasteofneedles]

"Nae that small, either," Sean says, since protesting the little things beats thinking about whatever bizarre, unavoidable future awaits Tom. Hell, awaits all of them. Eventual deaths and human trees and Emma Frosts being what they all are, he's definitely better off focusing on the here and now, which at least isn't as bad as it could be.

"It's... very nice, though. Thank ye, lass."

See? Trying.

[formerlysiryn]

"Yer welcome," Terry says lightly, happy to ignore his protests in light of the fact that she doesn't actually care if he wants to say no to the plant. She's made up her mind about it, and so it will stay.

"It just has to be watered every few weeks." She turns to him, a challenge in the way her eyebrow is raised. "I'm sure even you can manage that."