"We're all going to be dead by the end of the month," he says glibly, which would probably be at least a little more dramatic if he hadn't been saying it for at least a couple of years now. At least since he moved into the apartment on campus and was exposed, as a developing adolescent, to dry humor. "We have a small cafe we're working on, a butterfly exhibit, helping with the float, some topiary..."

Flicking a finger out for each thing, he pauses to think and then sighs as he remembers. "Right, and a lot of us are entering the flower contest too."

With all that said, he finally glances back to Asher with a dry smile. "Great time to join the club." It's just a joke- he knows that Asher'll have more than enough on his plate if he helps out with his father's booth.