He looks over at her, eyes wide, then wonders if he could talk to the tree. He's never tried anything like that. Sure, he's talked to his plants, but never with expectation of an answer. It just felt nice.

So he rests his ear gently against the trunk, more for show than because he needs the ear to hear things in this body. He closes his eyes, lets his grip on linear time slide a little, until each second stretches out like taffy around him and he can hear the soft creak and shift of a plant quietly tending to its own needs. This at least he's done before.

"Can it talk?"

Slow as he's made everything feel to hear the tree's noises properly, his own voice sounds strange in his head.