Logan smirked to himself as he opened the door, eyebrow going up beneath the brim of his cowboy hat when he saw how Gaia was dressed, not that it was a surprise. "I'd ask if you were warm but I know ya do the same thing in the dead o' winter," he said, shutting the door behind him. He held up the cactus in its plastic orange pot. "Brought ya a present, thought it might brighten the place up a bit."
It was a joke between them, starting with the cactus that had been left behind by the last tenant of the flat Logan had lived in in Madripoor, perpetuated by the fact that the damn thing survived his black thumb. It wasn't like having a pet that could tell you it needed food and water, so any kind of plant life withered and died in his possession, all except that damnable cactus. Gaia wasn't much better at keeping plants alive, either, as evidenced by the fact she'd almost managed to kill that very same cactus by watering it too much.
"Ya been watchin' Blazing Saddles again or is that just your never-ending stock of pop culture references?"