[Sampo is none the wiser about Gepard's minor panic attack in his room over the dress code for a pre-situationship. Blissfully unaware of the anxiety that he's causing in this one man whom he thinks is completely and entirely heterosexual.]

[When Gepard emerges, dressed like a very normal albeit slightly boring citizen of Belobog, Sampo's in the middle of examining one of his very sad and distressed plants. It's... probably still alive, there seems to be a little bit of green left in the few leaves that sadly cling to it. Once, it was probably green and healthy, and now it's a very scraggly, patchy looking thing. Probably got depressed after watching all of its neighbors slowly wilt into nothing.]

Yeah, I can tell. [No one's going to be asking Gepard for horticultural advice, that's for sure.] These ones are definitely struggling.

[He tries to lift one of the leaves to look at the soil underneath, but it just kind of... pops off. He just sets it down in the pot.]

Is it supposed to be so wet under there?

[Sampo really doesn't know much about keeping plants, but like. The soil maybe shouldn't be so soggy?]

Anyway, breakfast is ready if you want it, and there's more coffee.

[Don't worry, Gepard, he won't dwell on your floral failures. So what if he sucks at growing plants? He's a grown man, he can decide for himself if he wants to waste his money buying something that he's just going to kill in a month. That's his prerogative, and at least it doesn't hurt anything except the plants. And their opinions on the matter clearly aren't a factor here.]

I can head out, if you don't want me sticking around.