Fatima shot Beverly an exceedingly grateful look as she followed the two of them over to the plant. The situation already felt diffused and she was glad. After all, what kind of sicko would she be if she enjoyed seeing a kid go through some kind of ontological crisis?

"Looks like she wants your help with plants, kiddo," Fatima said, giving Prim's shoulder a squeeze. "You better listen really carefully. Beverly knows her stuff."