Pratt won't begrudge him some stains, he's not the most fastidious person himself. And it's not like the man smells like death or anything. All nice and clean, Pratt still somehow looks like a depressed scarecrow even though he's wearing a Hawaiian shirt with parrots all over it. It manages to make the dark circles under his eyes even more obvious, along with his general scruffiness.

"I didn't realize you had more than one garden." That's certainly something he's not heard of. People with multiple homes sure, multiple cars, but never multiple gardens. This guy must be really into plants.

"Memorial." He frowns thinking about that. "For those that aren't here anymore?" Died. Gone home. Simply vanished. He supposes it's all the same for those who remain. "There's so many..."