It tastes no different [ worse ] than usual, so surely it is still fine.

[ and if she's gotten sick that's just coincidence! it's okay. ]

I think if one removes the roots blighted, and planted it elsewhere, then perhaps the plant would have a second chance. A flower may even bloom. Would that not be wonderful, Sir Vergilius?

[ as wonderful as the beer she's settled on for him, as well as a soda bottle for herself. which she uses to crack open her boss's for him like a neat party trick. was it neat. does he think it's neat. it's neat, isn't it? it's totally neat. now she has to open hers on a table but it's fine, she likes doing this at the apartment too.

please drink you know you'll need it. ]