[Will pushes aside the curtains on the window to look outside, as if he hasn't already started contemplating what sort of plants to put around the place. It's an easy way to show he's taking her suggestion on board, immediately.]

Funds are sort of tight. [He cranes his neck up, eyes narrowing at something across the way before he lets the curtain go and turns back, shrugging his good shoulder.] Got a bunch of plans, but we're staggering them. Prioritizing.

["We're" he says.]

Why, what flowers would you suggest?