Samwise was grinning from ear to ear at the idea that Aragorn had bought him a plant. To all of Middle Earth, Aragorn really was a king, a lord of men. Yet, he still took the time to visit old friends and to remember all that he had learned about them. To Sam, he was still Strider, still Aragorn, still a friend who had helped them do the impossible.
However, at Aragorn's boast that he was the greatest gardener in all of Middle Earth, Sam looked abash. His cheeks reddened briefly and he didn't have the courage to gaze directly at his friend. He did, however, have the politeness to reach out and to take the offered plant. "Indeed, it could! And you needn't say that, you know. I'm not the greatest anything. That title should go to Mr. Frodo if anything. But, thank you all the same. My old Gaffer would say that I should always say that for any gift, and he's right, you know. It's only polite to do so."
Looking around the little apartment, that wasn't much of a hobbit hole, Sam blinked and realized the perfect spot for his plant. "Ah, over here. It's the perfect spot. A bit of sun will do her good, don't you think?" Setting down the dusting rag at last, Sam brought the plant to sit on the window sill, just in perfect view of the sun that was already flowing in through the window.