"Well then," Ivy said, seemingly satisfied with the fact that he was aware enough of his own issues in order to share some of her own. "I suppose you could say I'm a work of science. I've always been good but maybe my thumbs weren't always so green." She'd seen what he'd done there.
She paused, considering his obvious attempt at conversation, "Do you prefer tea?" She asked, and changed up her choices when putting things into a pot. "Mint. Lavender, Thyme and Lemon Grass. Water once a day until the soil is moist, but not overly soaked."