She nearly laughed and reminded him that trees couldn't talk. But at the last moment, she remembered: Fern could talk to trees. Not in the same way that you would talk to a person. But in a way that...somehow made sense.

To him.

She'd asked him to check in on her trees. They were worried. Worried about her. About her loneliness, about her solitude.

Maybe she should have asked him if trees had names. Then again, he had used the names she'd picked so...probably not?

"I came up with them," she said, folding her hands behind her back. "Since I talk to the so much, I figured it was only fair to call them by names."