"The flowers aren't working," Satan said, not sure how else to phrase it. There were only a handful of humans (terribly slow reproduction, he'd noticed, and inefficient), and now that the Garden was well and truly undone, Father had told him to see what species could survive and what could not. The implication, he supposed, was that if Satan could see the cracks in humanity so very well, then he could damn well figure out if a bird could survive outside the Garden.
Satan was not sure if he was being punished or not. He'd done what he was made to do, what he'd been told to do.
Seeing the odd look Azrael was sending him, he explained, "Er, the flowers aren't bright enough to attract the any pollinators, and the leaves are too little to get enough sun. Father has asked me to see which species can survive. I don't think these flowers can."