That sure is a lot of words that Pratt is saying to him, and some completely sober nodding going on from Wayne because honestly, it's not the strangest thing he's ever heard in his life. The only things he ever questions are Where and How as determined by the amount of detail he's given at any given time.

At least the brighter side of neglecting his garden is legitimately an interesting idea. Maybe there'll be vines all over and he'll have enough to supply himself and his one neighbor for a bit in the event that he makes it home... At least until he parses that Pratt was saying that he might not. That's uh. Less than comforting.

"Uh...maybe? Hers were deadly to the touch."