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Hollandaise cradled the miniature rose and the aloe plant in one arm, her free hand lightly stroking the rose's leaves. Her eyes glowed as she left the nursery, constantly pushing soft reassurances at the plants. Roses seemed more excitable than other plants and confusion and wonder seeped in through her fingers. The rose was for her, the aloe for Jory - the boil had been so helpful; it was ultimately thanks to his advice that Hollandaise was no longer being stalked.

She was so focused on her plants that she did not notice someone walking along the sidewalk until it was almost too late. In order not to hit them (and her elbow still did), she careened wildly. As if in slow motion, she felt both plants slip out of her grip to crash on the sidewalk. "Oh no!" she creaked out, dropping to her knees without thought for her white dress. The person she'd run into was not forgotten, but simply less important than the plants.

Her brows furrowed as she stared at the poor mess of her plants. The aloe, at least, had survived unscathed, and she sent it a push, a feeling of 'job well done'. the minature rose was not as lucky - the pot for it had cracked and a large piece come entirely free. Tendrils poked out from the side. They were packed tightly, but even so, soil sifted out. To that plants, she said 'sorry'. Hollandaise glanced up, eyes glowing from the plant-speech and hands full of roots and broken pottery.

The glow faded from her eyes as she focused on them. She frowned. Oh. Judging from the clothing (although honestly, she was not a good judge at all), they were a demon. Hollandaise did not have good track records with demons; their arrogance was astounding. But, for once, Hollandaise could admit she had been in the wrong - although they could've helped her. "I apologize," she said stiffly. A retort rose to her tongue - something about taking up too much space and moving and...

"Did I injure you?" One soiled stained hand rose to stroke at her leaves as a nervousness shot through her. Abruptly, she looked back down at the plants. "... back to the nursery," she whispered mournfully.

And, with that question, Forget was well on her way to winning over Hollandaise. The Warder enjoyed talking about plants almost as much as breathing. Maybe more so. "This-" She held up the smaller plant. "Is an aaloe, specifically the aloe vera plant. It grows in human worlds too, although there it has less teeth. It's a succulent often used in healing." She turned it in her hands and stroked one leaf with a thin finger. "It is for my aquaintance. He helped me recently and it serves as a reminder that I wish for his continued health. Do you like plants?"

With a horrid ripping noise, Hollandaise abruptly tore a strip of clooth off of skirt and used it to bind the large piece of pottery that had broken off back onto the pot of the minature rose. It was a shame, that yet another skirt now sported an even more ragged hem, but there was no other solution. "This one is a minature rose. A cupcake rose that I heard, if cultivated properly, can provide an adequate ingredient to many frosting. " Cradling the aloe in her arms, she looked down at the rose plant. The broken pot needed two arms to carry it properly... and she could not carry both the aloe and the rose.

Hollandaise blinked, golden eyes wide. That was not a question she had thought about. "I... do not know what it tastes like. I could... try to make some, perhaps." Bending, she set the aloe down with a lingering brush of her fingers against its leaves. Then she picked up the rose. And could not pick up the aloe.

"I know I bumped into you, but would you be willing to assisst me in getting the plant back to the nursery? I need a new pot..." It did not sit well with her to ask for help and her brows drew together as she looked up at Forget.

"What is your name?"