"I hope so," Annie said, a little worried. She carefully snuggled her head into Diego's shoulder a little, mindful of both of their injuries as she balanced her coffee on her leg. "It's all wilted and dry, so we'll see how it does now that someone's watering it again."

And with her new arrangement, she'd probably be able to get back often enough to be the primary plant caregiver again. Yet another way things had worked out well.