And he kept it for her. He didn't drink it, but kept it stocked. With a nod he poured her a glass and offered it to her. "I am capable of keeping plants alive, thank you." His tone was teasing because it was something to consider. Most wouldn't think of it.
"My presence does not decay things, and I've kept plants before." He was half teasing, half informing her. He knew she had questions and didn't always ask them. He set the vase on the kitchen table before leaning against the counter.