[Please take good care of me, then! A blush, and they're inside.]

I should get a new lamp for my plants. My current one is, well. [Figaro can see it for himself. Sad. Tragic. Old, and not in a good way. The sort of lamp that came with the apartment and would remain with the apartment, maybe die with the apartment. The cactus is, nevertheless, positioned under it, and Gepard stares at it stoically.]

I suppose I should water it, and then take care of you. If you need to be... [Um.] Fed.

[He's going for the watering can! He's going to drown Cosmo!]