Alice might have been a ghost. Her sickly pallor and drab attire with only the violent green green of her eyes for a splash of colour certainly made it look like she wasn't among the living. If she believed in such things, she might have even questioned whether or not she was some wayward spirit.

"No, nothing like that," Alice said, stowing the counterfeit candle in her apron pocket. "I left things a little late is all."

Alice's dejected frown turned to mild intrigue.

"You're a plant," she blurted.