Elliot walks around the garden, watering can in hand as he waters all the plants. He reaches the orchids, remembering to be very careful while tending to the flowers. He giggles quietly to himself. "there, now you're all watered... I wouldn't want you guys dying on me, would I..?" He says to himself. He has a habit of talking to the plants as if they were his close friends. ...because they used to be his only friends. And theyre the only thing he can talk to without freaking out and becoming a stuttering mess.