“Ah, wait. It’s actually good luck you can by when you did.” He gestured with one dirt covered hand to the record player in the corner. “That record is about to end and I don’t want to touch it like this, if you’d please stay a moment and flip it for me when it’s done.” He said softly, turning back to the pot he’d been preparing. He should have been wearing gloves but there was something about letting the dirt run through his fingers that was soothing. At any rate, this was why there were serving staff around.
He glanced briefly back over his shoulder at Lalita. He knew very little about the woman really except that she kept the house in working order with Calvin. He hadn’t expected to see her in the Conservatory, it wasn’t typically a place that required much upkeep except for keeping the specimens in order. It didn't occur to him that she might be lying, he didn't pay that much attention to exactly who did what when it came to household minutiae. Gently he worked the young plant out of its initial container, trying not to break the root.