"I don't know how to transplant a flower," Foster replies, neatly cutting Ginko off--well, not neatly, really, it's more like he moves, his back end sidestepping in an erratic, gestural way and it happens to blunder him back into Ginko's path.

In contrast, his words, his sentences are very specific--even pointed.

"But you do."

It's not entirely true that Foster doesn't know how to transplant a flower. He did it once before, with the mushi weed Ginko's echoed self had been growing. But he'd had an accomplice then.

And he wants Ginko as an accomplice now.