"Plants?" Simon arched a brow at that, and after another sip of limeade, he sat his glass down and gave a nod. "It's no sweat. I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it." His smile was crooked, and there was no complaint registering on his face. "Just point me in the direction of the box and let me know where you want 'em at and it's as good as done." He straightened up from his lean against the counter, hooking thumbs in the pockets of his jeans.
While Simon would never describe himself as 'laid back', he was, for the most part, easy to get along with, so long as the situation didn't come down to issues of trust and confidence. Without those buttons pushed, he could be almost... social. At least in a one-on-one situation.