It takes a few moments of staring before Greg steps forward to pick up the innocuous little flowerpot sitting in the sand. His fingers twitch hesitantly one last time before his grip settles. He can't claim this is the strangest thing to happen, but it still makes him uneasy.

"Are you...? Hoo boy. All right. Let's play it cool."

With that, he takes his new floral friend back down the beach. Somehow, it feels like a much longer walk to headquarters than it was coming out.

For all Greg's nerves, however, the guards look over the flower with the same cursory disinterest that they do when he comes back with books or snacks or whatever else. Mostly they grumble at him that he ought to send the staff out to get this kind of stuff for him. Past that, he's given an easy path back to the elevator. Even then, he doesn't dare breathe in relief or say anything to Lapis.

Only once he gets to his penthouse bedroom, Greg carefully manages opening the door while holding the flowerpot steady.

"Steven? Buddy? I'm back."