"People are dumb." it's the most automatic reaction he has to almost anything about people, as a whole. How unfortunate that the general population only continues to prove him right on that score. "Guess so," he mutters, shrugging a little. He doesn't really care about this. Conversation. Filling these pots with soil. It's just something to do, to not be lost in his own head, or be by himself.

"You're talking to the plants?" He can't help the little smirk that tugs up one corner of his mouth. It's kind of amusing.