Carlisle's social skills could also use work; despite having invited Pratt to see his garden, he seems a bit sheepish now that the deputy has arrived, his eyes fixating on the ground rather than his visitor as he tries not to point out the fact his tabard has a huge, blackened stain right across the abdomen now, a new addition since they last spoke. It's obvious, impossible to miss -- and a bit ironic, given he was the one chastising Pratt about not washing his clothes. Some stains just don't come out with the machines... or at all.

"And the same to you, Deputy," he acknowledges. "This is not quite the garden I invited you to see, but one under my care regardless. Mine is the one further in the park with all the vines. This is, ah. The Memorial Park. For... memorials."

Good start.