Irahl is smirking behind his scarf as he scoops up both the flower and the broken sprig of succulent from the table to clear room for the incoming plate. The flower gets returned to the mug where it belongs... and the raw piece of succulent gets tucked into the edge of Vincent's bowl of cooked succulents as soon as the waiter steps away again.

"Looks like less flowers in these," he helpfully assures his blind friend.