[Rosalind hesitates for a moment. Likely she oughtn't say this, because Rhys is her student and Fawkes is his superior, but it's not as if it's meant nastily.]

He's a bit . . . fussy about plants.

[She wrinkles her nose again.]

But perhaps you're on the right track. Certainly a potted plant would last longer. One of those bamboo ones, perhaps-- hmm.

[She heads towards one of the stalls, assuming he'll follow.]