It's a plant. You put it on a shelf and water it when it starts slinging insults. At least more than usual.

[Davesprite didn't know the first thing about taking care of any plants before he met some talking ones. Still doesn't, really, he just likes them enough to listen when they're thirsty.

That said.]

But ok, this is stupid. If you're really that determined to kill it, I'll take the goddamn flower. [It's almost sullen, but not quite.]