30th Edition :: They were huge and green and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves.

[mr_phale]

[Accidental Voice Post]

Hmph...

[There's a sound of rustling leaves, a hollow metallic bang and slosh. It's a watering can, whacking the side of a table, if you're curious. Aziraphale is watering the plants, and muttering to himself, oblivious to the fact that he's being recorded.]

...if you come back, you'd best not complain about my

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[idkmybffsatan]

You okay?

[mr_phale]

I'm fine, Sam. Yourself?

[idkmybffsatan]

Can't complain.

...By the way, Crowley- He's returned home, hasn't he?

[mr_phale]

He has. I wouldn't touch the plants otherwise, I'm-- how would one put it? Too soft on them, by his standards.

[idkmybffsatan]

Too soft? What does he do - burn them?

[mr_phale]

Goodness, no! He-- Crowley is a great believer in talking to plants, that's all.

[idkmybffsatan]

I never thought of him as the nurturing type.

[mr_phale]

I don't believe I'd put it quite like that...

Admittedly-- it is effective, with the plants. Er. For the ones that don't have breakdowns, at least.