Jim rose both eyebrows, lips curling upwards in amusement. Whether it was at Caduceus mirroring his boy language, or the answer he gave to his question, it was anyone's guess. (But actually it was a mix of both.)

"I guess we can. What I meant is— that they can understand you. That there's a level of communication and reciprocity to it," he explained. Plenty of people talked to their plants, after all, but it had felt different when Caduceus did it. It seemed almost as though the plant was reacting to the gentle words.

"I hope not to. If I ever stop being curious, then I may as well die," he said, then added with a finger pointed at Caduceus. "And it's Jim. I don't want any of that 'mister' crap."