"The plants are an extension of myself. I put a single drop of blood into each planter. I just imagined the kind of plant I wanted. Poof, there they were." He said as he took the wine from the plant, said plant still holding the glasses. He pour two generous glasses for the both of them.
He signaled for the plant to give her said glass, which it did. He set the bottle down on cobblestone floor behind them. He took a cigar out of the case and lit it using his magic. A simple trick, nothing more. He sunk a bit further down into the water. Up to his pectoral muscles.
He exhaled a cloud of smoke into the sky, sighing one of relief. He placed his cigar on an ash tray outside of the spring, sipping his wine slowly. "Tell me, this can't be what you expected when you walked into my shop today?"