Lalita had been told on more than one occasion that she had entirely too much dignity, especially for someone who a good portion of her family's heritage had her digging around in the dirt and whose current job had her at the beck and call of others. It was still a hard thing to shuck, inherited like her father's propensity for being a heavy sleeper and her mother's bright eyes.
Still, her displeasure at being given petty tasks was an old thing she shoved down easily and her expression showed nothing at all. Lingering to flip a record seemed to be a new low however. Though she stayed unobtrusive and still while listening to the record she couldn't help but watch him with the plant. Not wearing gloves was something she approved of, so he had positive marks there.
She glanced at the pot he was clearly planning on moving the sprout to, "It would be easier if you had less soil in the new pot, Master Rosier. If you don't mind my saying so." Ah, she shouldn't have said that. As flat and neutral as her tone was, correcting the Lord of The House was frowned upon. But he had too much soil to start with, and it would be easier and less messy with just one person if it were less at first and added more once it was placed. It was hard to resist when she spent so long studying and teaching her siblings and cousins about plants, even doing so when she visited home.