Oh, that's good then! You'll never have to worry about that place again.

[He can't say he doesn't envy her.

Seymour rubs his shoulder awkwardly.]

I'm glad I'm not alone. It's so hard to get used to-

["Sentient plants who don't seem to crave human flesh" was what he was about to finish with, but he realizes that would have been very bad.]

Um... moving plants?