[ Bastien doesn't stand up from his place on the stool to accept the plants back. He shakes his head, flicks his free hand to say no. ]

I'm no good with plants. They would be dead in a week.

[ Hyperbole. But he doesn't want them back. ]

And you haven't been an ass. You've been, [ with no insult intended, only a throwback to his prior joke about Tav's limited memories, ] a baby, in a new world where you do not know the score.