"Hmm..." He doesn't exactly sound convinced, though he does take the pot Myr hands him, frowning at it as he turns it in his hand.

"What do you suggest for something this size? And I'd need dirt, eh, soil, wouldn't I?" He really couldn't see this going well but he didn't have the heart to completely turn down the gift.

Not that Myr can see, but Fenris seems oblivious to the one or two looks he gets, practiced ignorance, a habit that he hasn't quite managed to break since arriving.

"Yes, I suppose. The recent rain hasn't been kind to the housing I chose but it's livable..." He artfully sidesteps mentioning himself but he'd recently had to start filing down his nails nearly every day as they began to curl into sharpened talons. He'd also woken to find the odd down feather or two though he couldn't quite figure out where they were coming from. He really wasn't ready for this yet.