"I'd be willing to bet Professor Blaylock managed Damien's social calendar in your absence... as for everything else, the status of everything I managed -- the gardens -- is in that report... including the efforts on the experimental plant in your office that's looking a little droopy; I seriously don't know what it needs, I've tried everything but it just seems to miss you." she smirked with a raised eyebrow, as she picked up some spritzers, putting the box of questionable contents into her duffel for the moment. Truth was, in spite of seeing a glimpse of the old Erikson, she was still afraid of him and therefore nervous to open it.